Camp Gramp Thursday

Today we went my kind of camping. We spent the afternoon and early evening at Eastcreek Campgrounds. Delightful! The stream is just right for the kids. Shade for me. A fire pit for Don. What more can you ask for? That, and coming home to sleep in a bed — with innersprings and all.

I wish I were in that bed with innersprings right now. I am tired. Today Thane asked me if I was going to make a baby. Well, no! I no longer have the energy required. But having sung my entire collection of songs — Go down medicine, The fly swallowing one, etc. — they are still awake. It is shameful to go to sleep before the children, shameful!

This morning the legos came out. They played peacefully for about 2 hours with legos. It was fun to listen to.

Grey made his ham and egg creation and Thane chose lunch, Mac and cheese. It has been fun to have the children involved in meals.

On the health front, Kay lost the most skin today. I have no idea how she did it, but she has a cut on her heel. It will be painful for a while. Honestly, it is amazing that Thane still has any skin left. That boy is the bump king. But he is so cheerful about it. Medicine and a bandaid and he is good to go again. I am concerned about his big toe.

Goodnight to all. Camp Gramp is wonderful. I have awesome grandkids!

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  1. I did tell you that Thane and boo boos were inherited. Thank goodness for detol and hydrogen peroxide. There were times when I wanted to dip Adam like Achille’s mother so his whole body was covered.Love the posts. What wonderful grandparents to live sleep deprived for their grandkids. You’re right they are awesome.

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