Camping

Tonight was the Daddy-Daughter campout for our ward.  Marc was planning on taking the girls and I would do something special with the boys but we have had some weird bug going through our house. Hannah got it first earlier in the week, then today as they were getting to go - the van was all packed up and ready - Rachel ran to the bathroom and puked.  Andrew is also sick, he is crabby and refuses to let me put him down.  For the last 3 days I have pretty much sat around holding as he layer limply on my lap, or cried or fell asleep.  During the brief moments when I could put him in his crib I was running around the house trying to play catch up on EVERYTHING.

Needless to say we decided it would probably be better if they didn't go camping with the ward.  Marc could then be around to help me, Rachel could be close to a clean bathroom and we wouldn't be passing what ever this is on to anyone else.

The girls were bummed though, so we decided to set the tent up in the backyard and Marc would sleep out there with Rachel, Hannah and Benjamin while I would be inside with Andrew.  I think I got the better end of the deal.

 
 

The kiddos helped Marc set up the tent and even helped him repair a tent pole that snapped.  Then they roasted hot dogs, had chips, Yoohoo's and banana boats.  Andrew enjoyed some banana, cookies and chips. The first real food in like 3 days and it was all junk . . . a well.  Worse things have happened.

   

After cleaning up, brushing teeth and getting on pj's Marc told an awesome story with out books.  Then Andrew & I went inside.  I heard lots of giggling, laughing, silliness and a lot of "shhh, it's time for bed."  Until all was quite.  We will see how rested they are in the morning.