A First...

Jack and GRACE went off to spend two nights at our neighbor's cabin in Eatonville.  A normal event in most cases but in this case it is crazily abnormal.  Grace has never spent the night at anyone's house but Auntie Lolo's IN HER LIFE.  Never.  I kind of tried to talk her out of it for a second mostly because thinking about her stress was causing me to stress out and I just don't feel like being stressed right now.  At the same time I was a good mom and talked to her about trying new things, being brave, yada yada yada.  To my utter surprise and delight she decided to give it a go and marched off with a pillow in one hand, backpack in the other, and a giant smile on her cute face.  I  talked to Jack about keeping one of his giant denim blue eyes on her at all times, especially as their cabin is on a LAKE.  Ow**stress**.  He said he would.  I said no fighting as this would embarrass me in front of the neighbor and they also agreed that they would not argue.

We talked to them last night and they were both happy and said they were having tons of fun.  I admit I had to medicate myself with a few glass of wine.  There was actually a two hour time span where there were no children in the house,  just me and Mike watching tv.  Mike briefly had a crazy idea about what to do with ourselves, like I said...we watched tv. 

Earlier that day we discovered that we had a bees nest in the mud room closet, which would explain all the bees in our house for the last two weeks.  They weren't aggressive at all so I wasn't too concerned, bees are good.  But the nest is scary and sci-fi looking so we decided we had to take steps to get rid of it.  We headed down the City Peoples and they recommended a fogger, we let a couple of those things off and killed a lot of bees.  We could see the bees through the french door glass.  It was not a quick death.  I don't feel good about myself today.  I going to have to find a way to counter-karma this and quick. 

Camping in Chelan

Chateau de L***m (stalker-proofing)

Sleepy Camper Girl...

Our million dollar view, for 25 bucks a night...

                      

Scootererers...

                                                                Elke hearts camping

In my dreams new camping rules:

1.   Daily showers are no longer an option, pew.

2.  12 beer per day limit, that would put some people under the picnic table.  ahem.

3.  Dog will get a vigorous brushing before being allowed in the trailer.  Hairball city.

4.  Incessant texting is banned, I feel like I married a 15 year old girl.

Barring implementation of the above rules, we had fun.  Mike and I are embarrassingly tan, only 1 sunburn (sorry Grace).  Same time, same place next year!   I can't wait.