Ben had his first playdate this weekend! Saturday, while Justin was out huntin', the kids and I packed into the car and headed up to Virginia City to hang out with Stacy Gatewood while she was babysitting Bo (5) and Peter (11 mos.) Kelley. In true Montana momma fashion, we bundled the babies into the strollers, and hiked with the hoodie-clad kids to the park. By wonderful luck, Erin Leonard was able to bring Harper Claire (2) down to swing and merry-go-round with the brave kids who battled wind and metal equipment scrapes.
It was great to connect with old friends, to get out and spend some time with other moms and wives, even though it was brief. Eva did an awesome job as the oldest of the bunch, just as she is with her brother, she was patient and kind with the younger kids. Ben barely noticed the other baby, who eats beef pilaf and holds his own bottle and can crawl. Peter, who is six months older, noticed Ben, especially when he was getting a baba.
Sunday, we drove up to Notellum Creek and set up the wall tent and mom and dad's sleeping tent for Hunting Camp 2009. I am a little apprehensive this morning, thinking about packing up next weekend and playing the role of supreme hunter, mother, camp cook and on and on, the duties never cease. I pushed the stroller up a trail in my hunter's orange and no gun and felt so strange. It was a totally new experience and I couldn't stop scanning the trees and parks for elk. It was actually a relief to not see one.
Eva's on her way to becoming an expert whittler. I think I was nine when I cut myself whittling, sitting on the back steps of the house on the road. Craig Ballou taped up my pointer finger with a couple of popsicle sticks. I still have the scar on my knuckle. I can't keep her from hurting herself, despite my s'mothering. I do wish she wouldn't drift off to day dream land while she's cutting curly ribbons off a chunk of wood.
We love being out in the woods and playing in the great outdoors. Eva and I had a crawling 'cross a log over the crick experience, and Hunting Camp 2009 will be epic. I love the smell of campsmoke that we brought home with us, that and the memories.
Eva's on her way to becoming an expert whittler. I think I was nine when I cut myself whittling, sitting on the back steps of the house on the road. Craig Ballou taped up my pointer finger with a couple of popsicle sticks. I still have the scar on my knuckle. I can't keep her from hurting herself, despite my s'mothering. I do wish she wouldn't drift off to day dream land while she's cutting curly ribbons off a chunk of wood.
We love being out in the woods and playing in the great outdoors. Eva and I had a crawling 'cross a log over the crick experience, and Hunting Camp 2009 will be epic. I love the smell of campsmoke that we brought home with us, that and the memories. Peace to all!
No comments:
Post a Comment