My Little Kingdom

A day in the life of me and my kingdom. Thoughts of a mother of four amazing little boys, a wife of an incredible husband and a woman trying not to forget about herself.

July 30, 2005

Sunday Comics

Stairway to Heaven
After putting the boys down to bed Cameron and I noticed the beginnings of a beautiful sunset. Upon further investigation we discovered a rainbow. We hollered up the stairs for the boys to come down and look. The two oldest jumped at the invitation. While calling for Isaac he responded “no, don’t want to’. After insisting he come down to see the rainbow, he then exclaimed “OH!” and ran down too. All three boys were jumping excitedly on the front walk in their pajamas as they traced the enormous band of colors from one end to the other as it stretched across the sky. They were naming all the colors they could see and then Edison shouts out with great joy, “it goes up into heaven, now we can walk to Jesus!”

Everest was playing with his cousin Austin while at their Granny’s house one afternoon. They were trying various imaginative methods of getting the cat out from under her bed. After exhausting their creativeness they got desperate. Austin piped up, “ Let’s make a sign that says, ‘Come Out Buster’ and show it to him. That will make him come out.”
Everest ready to give anything a try at this point, “ I don’t think that will work, but we’ll try.”

Close to Home
When we decided to make the leap from Cameron’s two hour commute to work everyday to working from home I mentioned it to the boys. I started out by asking them how they would like it if daddy got a new job and didn’t have to work so far away anymore. Their bright blue eyes sparkled and Everest jumped up and shouted, “yah, he can work at Walmart!”. (Being that there is a Walmart down the street from us and Walmart is the answer to everything in their eyes.)

Enough Already
The boys and I were running errands for dad one morning. I was trying to entertain them as they were growing bored from being in the car. I busted out into a silly made up song when a very serious lsaac (2yrs old) abruptly stopped me mid rhyme. A deep low voice came bellowing from the back of the rover, “That’s enough. Mom.”

July 25, 2005

Sail or Sell!

The day finally came to sail or sell. We inherited a small sailboat a few years back and it’s been sitting in our driveway ever since. A sin, yes indeed. So the time had come to get rid of it or use it. It being a smaller sailboat made it too dangerous to take the boys out on, so Cameron found a good deal on a motor and off we went.

The weather had been exceedingly hot. We’re talking low 100’s for weeks. A trip to the lake sounded refreshing however, the morning of the big event we awoke to major cloud cover and wind. As we loaded up we felt several drops fall from the sky. Not very promising. Nevertheless we were determined to take the boat out.

It didn’t take long to get the boat launched and filled with overzealous little boys. I stayed on shore with the baby and the dog while the others headed off to sea. While I waited back on land I let Maurie (our dog) loose to frolic in the tall grass along the shoreline. I’d swear she’s half otter. The way that dog loves water is unreal and rather entertaining.

After a few outings with the boat, the gang grew hungry. We snacked and played in the water ourselves. Cameron and I engaged in a brief conversation only a few feet away from the boys. When all of a sudden in slow motion I noticed Edison rolling over in the water. And then I yelled “he’s under water!” Cameron made a mad dash to his aid and pulled him out. It was only seconds and he was fine. But still, a mother’s nightmare. I had just been telling Cameron how becoming a parent changes things. You’re not so fearless. I worry about safety where I’ve never given it a second thought in the past. And for good reason, there’s too much at stake.

That didn’t slow anyone down. The boys kept playing and took the boat out a couple more times and then we headed home. It was a much needed Saturday. Just family and fun.

So, I guess this means we’re sailing and not selling.

July 20, 2005

The Best Mistake Ever!

Let’s go camping! Was the spontaneous cry for the weekend. Ok, so we weren’t really roughing it. But with a newborn it seemed a little much to actually camp out. So, our family campout to kick off the summer was a bit different than those of last year. None the less we loaded up the car with sleeping bags, bug spray and the usual camping gear. However we were missing one minor or maybe major item, the tent. Yes, we purposely left the tent at home on this campout. We packed the boys in and told them we were going to be staying in a camping lodge (camping being the operative word here) and proceeded to sell the idea with hope that they’d buy it.

After having to turn back a couple of times to fetch forgotten items and a few pit stops we were finally on the road for real. The only thing keeping us amused at this point was the underwear that Isaac insisted upon wearing on his head. Whizzing down the highway, homes and businesses disappearing in the background as we wound our way up into the canyon. Shedding ourselves from the stress as we soaked in the mountain fresh air and beautiful scenery. All of a sudden Cameron realizes that we should have reached the summit by now. We call the lodge and he then quickly realizes that in our mad dash out of town we went up the wrong canyon. It would take at least two hours to turn around, go back down the canyon and up the right one. What else could we do? Go home? Not if the boys had anything to do with it. So we turned around and began our trek back down the canyon. When luckily Cameron spotted an old small sign that said To Strawberry Reservoir. We took it. Hoping it would cut over and through the mountains rather than having to go back down and into town and around. Sure enough it did. So we went off roadin’. It was so bumpy we had to give the boys gum to cushion their teeth. It was breathtaking as we climbed all the way to the top of the mountain. We were literally on top of the world. Our vision skimmed across mountain tops and into the endless blue sky. Wildflowers of every heavenly color were rampant and ground squirrels were plentiful. Again the stress quickly disappeared as we absorbed nature’s beauty into our souls. Suddenly it didn’t matter what time we arrived, it was worth the stress and detour just to experience the higher road. Finally after bobbing up and down like apples we rounded a bend and saw the setting sun glistening on the dark blue lake just in time for dinner. It felt like coming home as we neared the lodge. And soon we found ourselves sitting down for some grub. We had made it, was the mutual sigh.

Now for the next chapter of our excursion, dinner. With three very tired and hungry kids who had been sitting in the car for the past several hours and who were anxious to ‘camp’, a newborn that was hungry and tired of sitting in his car seat as well, along with two grown ups who were a bit on the frazzled side as well it was bound to be an adventure in and of itself. It didn’t help that the waitress sat us front and center. I mean dead center for all to witness the chaos. I guess they had mistaken us for the entertainment that night. After quickly gulping down dinner as fast as we could we headed back to our campsite.

The boys quickly made themselves at home and spread out their sleeping bags on the floor. Then checked out their private porch that opened up into natures backyard along with the fireplace and all of the knobs, dials, switches and gizmos the room had to offer. Marshmallows didn’t follow far behind. It’s not a real campout without marshmallows. So the boys pretended to roast marshmallows by placing them up against the protective glass on the fake fireplace. Once that wasn’t exciting anymore, they became airborne and soon the marshmallows miraculously transformed into baseballs. While all of this was going on something caught my eye. Something outside up against the trees on the other side of the open field. Deer! Look guys! Deer! We all dropped marshmallows and ran outside onto the little porch. Sure enough there was a small family of deer. The boys thought that was soooo cool. This really was almost camping. By now the sun had pretty much set and the deer had meandered into the forest of thick aspens. So we herded our own little ones inside too. Funny, only Isaac slept on the floor in his sleeping bag. The others claimed their spots in the overstuffed log beds.

The next morning Cameron took the boys to the pool and had a massage lined up for me. After we were all relaxed and ready, we packed up camp and set out for the day. After a hearty breakfast we found a fun place to stop and throw rocks in the river while goofing around before heading home. It wasn’t long before we were back into complete civilization. Already missing what we left behind.

Needless to say one of my favorite parts of the trip ended up being the best mistake ever. And who says you need a tent to go camping?

July 13, 2005

Sunday Comics II

The Sunday Drive
One lovely Sunday afternoon we piled the kids and the dog into the car and headed up the canyon for a drive. After a little off roadin’ on some back roads we decided to stop and let everyone stretch.

It only took seconds for them to discover a little stream that was only
about a foot wide. Everest was having a blast jumping across it and then
fell in after a limb broke. Soaking him self. At the same time Edison in a panic yells “I have to go POOH! RIGHT NOW!”, drops his drawers and goes right there. No time to look for a stump or privacy of any kind. Meanwhile Isaac is sliding down the ‘riverbank’ leaving his entire backside covered in mud. While Maurie is running wild down the middle of the stream and then rolling in the water and leaping off the steep banks. Yes, Cameron and I just laughed and laughed we felt we were watching the three stooges (4 including Maurie). Good times, good times.

The Petting Zoo
A couple of years ago upon bringing home our third child, Isaac, I sat on the couch and the oldest two piled up next to me to get a close up view of their new baby brother. Edison without hesitation reached out his hand and started gently rubbing his baby’s head. Everest immediately piped up “I wanna pet him, I wanna pet him!” Apparently the petting zoo is still open. As we recently brought our fourth son home we still ‘pet’ the baby. And are open for business.

Who’s Teaching Who

As I was putting the groceries away I figured I might as well use it as a teaching moment. Upon pulling the bacon out of the bag I informed Edison, who was ripping through bags and tossing items across the floor, that bacon comes from pigs. Edison responded instantaneously with a long drawn out “nnnoooooo, silly you”. Now looking up at me with his bright blue eyes and an ear to ear grin as he is wrapped around my leg like a cement shoe. Well, then were does it come from? “Bacon comes from Walmart!” he informs me. (DUH) I guess I’m the one who needed the lesson.

True, True

Dad: Hey, Edison will you shut the door? Or the flies will get in and then they’ll eat your hair and your nose and…
Edison: Naaawww, they like Pooh!

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