The day did not pass without its challenges. Andrew is still fighting a cold, so he is way off his schedule and he is a bit cranky. Our expectations for today were low. We were supposed to get together with good friends, Sara Townes and Chavon Steele, but then we realized that it was Fathers Day, and of course they had plans. We had a simple breakfast of cheese, crackers, milk and cereal. We tidied up the camper and tried to reorganize some things...a challenge to say the least. Then we decided to head out, with the plan to pick up a few things, then come back and eat lunch. Andrew would have none of that. He started fussing and crying before we even got five miles down the road. He looked exhausted. So we grabbed some lunch and headed back to the campground. We tried to get him to nap but no luck!!! He was completely not letting that happen. Joe ran out to pick up a few things, like ice and hot dogs...Andrew refused to cooperate, so mom put on a video, set him down and promptly feel asleep. Joey and Andrew hung out together for about 90 minutes. Then we got up and had dinner (Daddy's choice...) hot dogs on the grill. Then we decided to go to Kings Island for a few hours and to see the fireworks. We made our way over there, only to discover that 1) Andrew had FINALLY fallen asleep and 2) Kings Island was crazy packed with cars. So we came back to the campsite, putting Andrew down for about an hour. Joe started a fire. We woke up Andrew and roasted marshmallows and ate some smores. Now it is 11:12 pm and we just finished watching Raiders of the Lost Ark (Harrison Ford, Karen Allen...a classic) and we are heading to bed.
Again, it was a day for Henry David Thoreau as I sit here enjoying the smell of pine trees, campfires andrevel in the simplicity that is camping. Despite our many electronic devices and the amenities of our small camper, the windows are open, the crickets are chirping, the moon is bright, and the world is ours. Good night!
Nature: by Henry David Thoreau
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low,
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do,-
Only - be it near to you!
For I'd rather by thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's love forlorn.
Happy Fathers Day to all those dads out there. In any way you shape and care, you help to grow our children into adults and give them the best chance at a happy life.
Thanks! See you tomorrow!
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