Our First Family Camping Trip

I must really love my husband and my son.

I actually went camping this past weekend.

You have to understand, I am not an outdoorsy girl. I have never been camping in my life and really don’t understand the allure in pretending to be homeless for a night.

But having kids makes you do strange things, so this weekend my husband and son and I went camping.

It was civilized; we had a camp site and set the tent up right by our car. Our site was also in good proximity to the bathrooms, because I’m sorry, but no way am I peeing in the woods. We had sleeping bags and blankets and even an outdoor air mattress. We were for a brief time; only enough to set up camp, build a fire, cook hot dogs and s’mores, and sleep in the tent. We packed up and went apple and pumpkin picking the next morning. Dare I say it, but I actually had fun! My husband is an Eagle Scout and grew up camping and back packing with his Dad and brothers. While I don’t think I’ll ever love THAT, I did have fun with just one night out in the woods with my boys. And I loved how excited my son was about it. The best part was that a deer came right up into our camp site! Despite my reluctance, we really did have a great time. And the views were gorgeous.

 

My big boy in the mountains!

My big boy in the mountains!

Mountain View

Mountain View

So gorgeous!

So gorgeous!

Our tent all set up!

Our tent all set up!

Getting the fire started

Getting the fire started

Look at these handsome camping boys!

Look at these handsome camping boys!

Enjoying the fire. And some junk food.

Enjoying the fire. And some junk food.

The tent set up

The tent set up

The fire set up

The fire set up

Our camp site

Our camp site

So you see this deer?? It came right up to our camp site! I love the excited look on my son's face. :)

So you see this deer?? It came right up to our camp site! I love the excited look on my son’s face. :)

So beautiful. And so close!

So beautiful. And so close!

Breaking down the tent. He was such a good helper!

Breaking down the tent. He was such a good helper!

The next morning, we went apple picking in the mountains.

The next morning, we went apple picking in the mountains.

Love this one of my apple picking boys.

Love this one of my apple picking boys.

I love this picture. He has gotten so big and he was so good at collecting all of the apples!

I love this picture. He has gotten so big and he was so good at collecting all of the apples!

My happy pumpkin picking boy and his apple cider.

My happy pumpkin picking boy and his apple cider.

We had such an amazing time and it was a wonderful way to kick off the Fall season.

Do you have any good camping stories?

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Choosing Memories

We had spent the day getting ready.

Which means I spent hours on make-up and hair in between fixing toddler snacks and playing trains and putting on toddler shows.

We fought about putting on shoes and “please don’t spill milk on your shirt” and “please stop messing up your hair Mommy just brushed it.”

We struggled all day, just the toddler and I.

The husband changed out of scrubs into street clothes and met us at the park straight from work.

We were rushed.

We were tired.

We were all drained.

The toddler had a case of the “I don’t want tos” and screamed and fought and kicked and would not smile.

We begged and pleaded in between rushed and whispered how were your days and looks of desperation.

We bribed with ice cream and even resorted to a scolding.

It was a disaster.

But then our amazing photographer managed to capture these:

My beautiful boy

My sweet family

Fall leaves

The way we were when we were still in our twenties and he was still three

An afternoon in the park (I think this is my favorite)

A silly face

Some of the historic beauty of Richmond(We are right in front of the famous St. John’s Church in Richmond, VA where Patrick Henry gave his “give me liberty of give me death” speech. The sign behind us is noting the historical site.)

A family of three

And so I hope that many years into the future when I see these pictures I will not remember the tired Mommy or the fighting toddler or the rushing over from work husband.

I will choose to remember the beauty of our little family, at that moment in time.

When he was still little, and we were still in this busied, crazy, beautiful stage of life.

*The amazing photographer that manages to make our little family look beautiful is Amy Robinson of Amy Robinson Photography. If you are in the Richmond area, check out her website or Facebook page to book a session!*

 

Pumpkin Patch

I don’t have a lot of words to go with this post, but in the spirit of Halloween I wanted to share one of my very favorite October traditions with you; the Pumpkin Patch.

I love going every year, and it is so much more fun now that my son is old enough to get excited about it, too.

Please enjoy some pictures of our day as we selected pumpkins, went through a straw maze, and enjoyed playing together.

PS – This top picture? Is my favorite. :)

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Little Moments

Things that have made me smile today:

  • Dropping my son off at pre-school for his second day in the three-year-old class, knowing that he will have fun and that he is in such good hands with teachers that will love him and take good care of him.
  • Driving alone in my car, listening to the radio a little too loudly.
  • Getting my first Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season today from baristas that know my name, ask about my little boy, and know my order.
  • Sitting on my back deck feeling the beautiful breeze as it floats the scent of the “Autumn Festival” Yankee Candle I have burning beside me into the air.
  • Surrounding myself with silence, typing, tastes and scents that relax me.
  • Taking the time to ignore the chores and choosing to listen to life’s little pleasures.
  • Remembering that before there were days of mommyhood, there were days of me.
  • Giving thanks for this life, this house, this moment, and all of the blessings that have gotten me to this day, this time, this now.

My perfect fall morning.

A Bumped Head and A Heavy Heart

I feel like a terrible Mommy. My little guy had two trips to the emergency room last week. Once last Tuesday, when he fell backwards and hit his head. There was so much blood I panicked, but by the time we made it up to the hospital it had stopped and revealed that it was really just a small cut, nothing major. We weren’t even admitted.  I felt so silly, but everyone was very nice and reassured me that it’s ok, scalp wounds are usually not major they just bleed a lot, which makes them scary.

Then Saturday, after taking a shower, my little guy was wrapped in a towel. He slipped on the bath mat and fell face first on the edge of the step into the walk in shower. He got a huge gash in his chin, and once again, a lot of blood. This time, the hubs was home. We tried to treat it at home, but quickly realized that a band-aid was not going to solve this problem. With the fear that he needed stitches, we went to the ER. They decided it wasn’t quite deep enough for stitches, but it did need Dermabond and steristrips, which are basically just stronger adhesives to hold the wound together until it can form a scab itself.

Then, on Monday, he was being a little rambunctious during the weekly music class we go to. He was trying to climb on me but he pulled too hard or I didn’t hold tight enough, and somehow he fell, bumping the back of his head so hard on the floor that it made an audible bump, causing all of the other mothers and the teacher to look at us and gasp. I took him outside and comforted him.

But I also needed some comfort myself. The hubs says it’s ok, he’s just a boy, boys get bumps and bruises. But three head injuries in one week? I feel terrible. It’s been ok, and he’s fine. But today, I had to send him to school with a note explaining the band-aid over his steristrips to make sure he doesn’t pull them off. And that’s when I felt like a terrible mom. Because it’s humiliating to have to send your little guy to school with a big band-aid and a note that basically confesses: I’m not a good mom. I didn’t protect my child from falling, and he is hurt.

I know he’s a boy. And he’s fine. And accidents happen. But I still wish that I could somehow be a better protector of this sweet little boy that I love so much.