Camping with a 4 year old or Memorial Day 2009 at Fransted!

Our first camping trip of the season is behind us. A grand time was had by all. The weather was great Friday and Saturday. We had campfires. We threw rocks in the water. We threw more rocks

in the water.

We went to Littleton and made our annual trip to Chutters and Aylakai. We stopped in at a silver shop so that I could buy a new chain for my turtle necklace. Spotty Chop and Boy Toy roamed around. Apparently Spotty found some things that were beautiful and wanted me to see them because I would “LOVE THEM”.

He first brought over a ring

Then a bracelet

As he moved on to some other pieces Boy Toy dragged him out of the store…I wonder if my purchasing everything he showed me had something to do with that?

Chutters was a lot more fun for Spotty as his candy requirements are becoming more refined. All I know is I managed to leave there with a $7.00 bag of Kettle corn.

I had a really scary moment while we were camping. There are usually lots of dogs at the campground. It’s not specific to this campground, I think folks with pets see them as part of their families and this is one vacation you can bring your pet with you. There was a beautiful husky puppy that a young girl would walk around the campground. While Spotty and I were throwing rocks off the bridge she came walking by. She told us the puppy loves kids.

I always make it a point when I am with Spotty to ask before I touch a dog. I think it’s a good habit to get into. Spotty and I were both excited to see the puppy we petted, cooed, did all the things you do when you see a pretty puppy. Spotty and the puppy were playing a game of tag across the bridge (hindsight) and at one point the puppy almost knocked him off the bridge. I was able to quickly get to Spotty and make sure he did not fall over. Another couple walked by with their much smaller dog and the puppy went after it (not in an I WILL EAT YOU, more a “let’s play LETS PLAY kind of way.)

I almost threw up realizing how close to harm Spotty came. He could have broken his neck/back, worse….we had another incident with the girl and dog later on in the weekend. Jack and Rita asked how Spotty got all cut up and we explained what happened. They suggested we go to the mom and explain what happened. I did plan on it, but between making sure Spotty was fed and a fire built to keep us warm, I never got a chance. If they are there the 4th I will pull the mom aside. I don’t want to get the girl in trouble; I just think she needs to perhaps take a class with her dog if she is going to be the primary trainer.

Sunday it rained, and rained and rained. Lucky for us we have a “TENT”. Vaude. Learn the name, buy their tents. God bless German know how. Boy toy and Spotty went off in the rain to throw rocks in the river. I was by myself for the first time in…I have no idea. I read. Sunday was also Murdock’s Birthday. Before the festivities we played mini golf and ping pong. Then there was cake and ice cream.

Monday was gorgeous. Of course it was time for us to go home. We grabbed sandwiches and headed to the basin for a mini hike. Which required our 40th change of clothes.

I will pack accordingly for the 4th

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Book Review: Death Masks

Book Five of the Dresden Files
I don’t know what more I can say to get you people reading this…unless it’s this…

Harry: Susan Rodriguez was a reporter for a regional yellow paper called the Midwestern Arcane. She’d grown interested in me just after I opened up my practice…We’d gotten involved, and on our first date she wound up lying naked on the ground in a thunderstorm while lightning cooked a toadlike demon to gooey bits.

Harry: Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin?

Harry: Murphy was a monster-hunting Valkyrie. She was the only person I’d ever heard of who had killed one with a chainsaw.

Harry: You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you’re saying?
Sanya: “…it is possible that I am mad, and all of this is a hallucination.

Harry: In this corner, one missing Shroud, one impossibly and thoroughly dead corpse, one dedicated and deadly vampire warlord, three holy knights, twenty-nine fallen angels, and a partridge in a pear tree….And in the opposite corner, one tired, bruised, underpaid professional wizard, threatened by his allies and about to get dumped by his would-be girlfriend for John Q. Humdrum…Oh yeah…Definitely bedtime

What happens when you don’t move fast enough…

Spotty Chop has mentioned several times in the past week or two that he would really like to go see Moo & Freakshow. I told him we would make plans. Last Wednesday as we drove to school he told me that he had the best dream. “I dreamed I was at Auntie Moo’s house playing and I had a lot of fun.”

We went to Moo’s house on Saturday.
We managed to:
Play piano
play in the attic
play in the sandbox
play on the trampoline
play on the tire swing
Make freakshow play Wii
play on the zip line
play every board game
read books
eat gum balls

I am sure I am missing something. Needless to say, he had a good time

Sunday we made jello and blueberry muffins

Right now I am listening to Boy toy and Spotty play soccer in the hallway.

I love my life

Enough with the Night Terrors

Spotty has allergies. His eyes are swollen and red. He is rubbing them constantly. He is sneezing 100 times in a row. He is stuffy. He is miserable. I feel bad.

Last night when I picked him up from Carter he was whimpering. The teachers said he had been complaining about his eyes. He cried the whole ride home (45 mins). I got him home, Boy Toy was still at work. I dragged him onto the couch with me. I pulled a cozy blanket up under his chin and turned on BAKUGAN. He almost fell asleep a few times. Boy Toy came home and snuggled Spotty while I made some Car soup. Spotty was eating and chilling so I decided to run to the grocery store. Spotty FREAKS out. Boy Toy suggests that we go lie down and read stories. We read, we sleep. Boy Toy wakes me up around 10:00pm to take out my contacts. Since I have felt crappy all weekend I fall back asleep. At some point Spotty starts screaming like someone is tearing his arms off. This goes on for what seems like hours, but it might be 15 min or so. We can't comfort him. We can't get him to wake up. I stumble out of the bed with him in my arms and we go outside. It is raining lightly. He calms down. Boy Toy ushers us back to bed.

This happens several more times during the night. Not so badly that I need to bring Spotty outside again, but enough that no one is sleeping well.

I have gone through my posts because I thought that I wrote down the last time he had Benadryl he had a really bad nightmarey night. I can't find it.

DOES BENADRYL ADD TO NIGHT TERRORS?

now maybe I will find it next time....

Summer Knight

Book Four of the Dresden Files

Harry: I have several tapestries, plus a Star Wars movie poster Billy gave me for Christmas. It’s the old poster, the one with Princess Leia clinging to Luke’s leg.

Need I say more?