Aiden continued his two month phase of pushing every button on my patience spectrum, which some would say is already much too short. There were several moments every day I thought about throwing in the towel, packing up and leaving for home. But, we stayed, the boys had a blast, I got some relaxing hammock time, visited with lots of friends and all was well in the camping world.
Each day I got the boys to nap was a MAJOR success and I was so very thankful, because folks.....lets face it.....I needed them to have that nap much more than they actually needed it. At just beyond 3.5 years the thought of loosing the late afternoon nap makes the back of the neck hairs stand at attention.
We had another beautiful site, right next to where we camped last year. It has a perfect path to the bathhouse, and plenty of tiny trails the boys rode their bikes on. The cicadas were really dying off, but plenty were flying around and Kaleb had a rough first experience. One landed on his hip and he was frozen in fear, yet sobbing and tears streaming down his sweet cheeks. As it climbed up his torso we tried to calm him down. It tried flying away twice and Keith had to keep snatching it out of the air to bring back to show Kman it's a harmless, friendly, fun bug! He didn't agree to like them until I pet the darn thing and said his wings tickled me. He laughed and jumped feet first into best friendship with every cicada, dead or alive, that crossed his path the rest of our time there.
An afternoon at the beach, a fun ice-cream social, complete with rainbow sprinkles, a not so fun rainstorm on our last night and way too many mosquito bites later I was never so happy to pack up, come home, do four loads of muddy laundry, shower in a mudless shower and cook in my kitchen.