Camping

Hannah and Michael went camping over the weekend -- two nights this year, instead of just one! Very exciting. Happily, the weather was good most of the weekend, and the few sprinkles happened when they were in the woods, so they didn't really get wet. They have lots of exciting stories of their weekend, and Hannah came home and taught us the 5 kinds of Pacific salmon (learned at a ranger talk): Chum, Sockeye, King, Silver, and Pink.

Naomi and I fended for ourselves. This meant that we went to the beach on Friday (it was 87 degrees!), and Naomi very much enjoyed that. We spent the day profitably visiting a certain aunt and similarly-aged cousin of Naomi's Saturday, as well as going to Mass and the parish appreciation dinner Saturday evening. We woke up late on Sunday and went out to breakfast, then to lunch with said aunt and cousin, and Hannah and Michael were home just after lunchtime.

Hannah keeps hinting that maybe I should go next time. "Tell me about when you went camping, Mama." "Did you like car camping, Mama?" "How much did you like camping?" "Maybe we should take you camping sometime."

I have nothing against camping; I have had many enjoyable camping experiences. None of them occurred, though, when I was in my last trimester of pregnancy, and it's going to take a lot more than a bit of hiking and wildlife to get me to leave my comfy bed and body pillow for even one night. Maybe next year. I'm sure there are many women who camp while in late pregnancy. I salute them, but I'm not about to join their ranks!