{ Thursday, 06 August 2009 }
I could honestly admit that last year's Oliverio campout was the Worst.Campout.Of.My.Life. Gian, age one at the time, never stopped crying. He refused to be held by anyone save for grandpa Edgar and me; he didn't like the cold lake water; he abhorred bathing in the shower. It didn't help that Medford was having a nasty heat stroke that week and we all were sweating bullets. Those three days - to date - were the longest days of my life as a mother. Every night after I put Gian to bed, I would crawl onto my mattress and cry. I never made it to the nightly s'mores, the cousin conversations, the late night runs to Medford. All my thoughts were centered around one sentence, "When will this end?". It was awful.
You can say I was a bit trepidacious about camping this year because I hadn't still gotten over the fiasco of the year before. Granted, Allan would be joining us on this end of the trip so I wouldn't be completely alone. But still... our little boy can be clingy. Praise the Good Lord that Gian was a complete angel! He laughed, played with his aunties and uncles, went "swimming" and charmed the hearts of his grandmas and grandpas. It was a complete 180 from last year and I can honestly say that Oliverio Campout of 2009 is my favorite campout so far.
You can say I was a bit trepidacious about camping this year because I hadn't still gotten over the fiasco of the year before. Granted, Allan would be joining us on this end of the trip so I wouldn't be completely alone. But still... our little boy can be clingy. Praise the Good Lord that Gian was a complete angel! He laughed, played with his aunties and uncles, went "swimming" and charmed the hearts of his grandmas and grandpas. It was a complete 180 from last year and I can honestly say that Oliverio Campout of 2009 is my favorite campout so far.
DRIVING TO MEDFORD
THE GRAY, ANGRY SKIES GREETED US ALL DAY THURSDAY
THE AC { AWESOME COUSINS } TRYING TO STAY WARM
LET'S GO FOR A WALK, GIRLS!
IT WAS SO COLD THAT ALL WE COULD DO IS SIT AROUND THE FIRE
NO CAL AND PORTLAND TRANSPLANTS
REASON #274 WHY I LOVE CAMPING
EVENING WORSHIP
{ sean is trying to read something for the crowd }
{ sean is trying to read something for the crowd }
Despite the frigid air, the occasional drizzle and Mr. Sun hiding behind the clouds we managed to have fun reconnecting with everyone. It's been over six years since the BPs were complete so this year's campout is especially special. Stay tuned for classic Brat Patrolesque poses, river rafting and good ol' fashion fun.
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