The Preslar Family

The Preslar Family
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Still Recovering?

Since we have now been back from our family camping trip for about 10 days, I don't think I can use the "we're still getting our feet under us again" excuse as to why I haven't blogged about it yet.  I mean, don't get me wrong, it DID take a few days to be up and running, but 10?  I don't think so.  I think I'll chalk it up once again to the very handy and ever-present excuse of having a 1 year old.  Not much bloggin' here.  I guess it's also because the computer is right by the kids' bedroom door, which they insist upon being open once they go to bed.  I can't blog during the day because Bundle won't let me touch the computer without being an active participant, and I can't blog at night because if the big kids get a glimpse of me I am instantly under fire with a barrage of, "Mom!?  Will you get me ________?"  "Mom!  I don't like _________."  "Mom!? Could I please ________?"  So I steer clear of the back of the house for a long time in the evenings.  And generally I go to bed before I ever make it back here. 

Well, now that there has been an entire paragraph of excuses as to why I haven't been blogging much, wouldja like to hear about the camping trip?  I was so happy that the entire Preslar clan (minus Rick's big boys who we missed) made it up into the Uinta Mountains for a little old fashioned Preslar Family Camping.  Most of us were slumming it in tents but Mom and Dad had their well-loved trailer plus Rick and Tonja have a new big trailer too, so the rest of us could at least wash our hands and sit on something comfortable from time to time.  We really had a good time - the mountains are so lovely and we enjoyed cooking outdoors together.  There were wild flowers everywhere and the streams were just begging for the kids to come splash in them.  Which they did.  I would say there were really only two problems.  1.  The mosquitoes.  Dang those little varmints.  2.  Bundle.  Dang that little baby.  A kid who can walk, prefers to eat dirt and rocks over anything else, and has no sense of self preservation?  Yeah!  Let's take her camping!  Oh yeah, add in the fact that she was super grumpy and wouldn't let anyone else get near her for the most part and you have yourself one exciting camping trip.  I was very glad to come home.  I mean, you can throw in all the wonderful family members, yummy dutch oven meals and beautiful scenery you want, and when you've got a baby like that on your hands, camping is just something you get through until it's over. 

I'm really excited to go again.  In about two years.  Love the Preslars. Love camping.  Don't love camping with Bundle.  

Wow.  That sounded grumpy.  Here's what I did love.  Kids going for rides in the back of grandpa's truck.  Things getting roasted over a fire.  Not seeing my kids for hours; just hearing them shouting, splashing and playing happily with cousins.  Smelling yummy mountain air.  Camping is lovely.  I will enjoy it again one day.


2 comments:

Windybrook Spinner said...

Camping with any child under the age of three (maybe four) should seriously be illegal or something, so us moms have a really good excuse not to do it. Tater screamed the whole night we took him camping in May. For the DaBell Family reunion I drove an hour back to the in-laws' house to sleep with him. It was lovely and so worth the drive--especially since it rained all night.

Kath said...

Maybe in about 3 or 4 years we will love it again. And by the way, that little Bundle is a doll. I'm glad I got to spend some quality time with her!