Camp Cedaridge

At our school the fifth grade has a long standing tradition (even Jackson participated when he went there) to take the kids on an overnight retreat at the end of the year.  Thomas earned half of the money babysitting for us and was really excited to go.  I was excited for him.  My apprehension and nervousness started kicking in a few days before he was leaving and I wasn't so sure he should go.  I tried to keep those thoughts and feelings to myself.  He was going to be gone for three days and two nights.  

It was really hard to watch him walk away.  I haven't spent much time at the school so I don't know his classmates very well.  I know his teacher better, but not all that well.  I said lots of prayers and hoped he would be able to handle any situations that might come up.  

He had a great time and was glad he went.  He was a bit embarrassed that his suitcase was the biggest one.  It was my fault.  I thought it would be easier to have the pillow and sleeping bag all in with his clothes.  He agreed, but no one else had that idea so he was the only one with a big suitcase.  :)  Sorry Thomas!

Grandma and Grandpa Visit!

Hanging with the Markhams

Jackson had quite a few drill days to make up from times he missed during the winter when it is hard to get over the mountain.  We decided to schedule them during our spring break and make a trip out of it.  The kids and I stayed with the Markhams and played while poor Daddy had to work.  He came back a few evenings and played with us.  

One of the days we drove down to the zoo.  We love the zoo!

Eleanor had just recently been potty trained, so she and I went into every bathroom we passed and spent a lot of time doing this :)  Side note:  She has been the easiest child I have ever potty trained.  She really did it herself.  Phew...what a relief!

We spent a few evenings playing at the park just down the street.

One afternoon we went to a trampoline park.  We had the best time!  The kids got completely worn out.  By the end of our time the littlest ones were laying down.  It was great!

Our biggest adventure was the bike ride.  We borrowed bikes from Aunt Kara's friend.  We thought we knew where we were going but got lost, and lost, and lost.  We didn't give up, though and FINALLY found the trail.  We unloaded the bikes only to find a flat flat tire.  We didn't have a pump.  After asking several people if they had one, with no luck, we were about to give up when a nice looking man rode by with a pump hanging out his bike basket.  Aunt Kara chased him down, we pumped up and were on our way.  It was a great ride and worth the trouble.