This is my series on our camp vacation. Here is Part I
So like any good camp, Camp Henry is on a lake. But there was only one problem, the lake front was closed until 1PM. This is all fine and good except in Hayden’s world. He just did not understand why he could not spend every waking minute in the lake?
He did adjust and by the last day, miracles of all miracles, he did not want to go swimming. He found a new love, the craft cabin.
The babies, from past experience, do not like lakes. Pools, they have no problem with but there is something about a lake.
So this trip, I got smart. I bought them water shoes, for $3 a pair (thank you Target), and I bought an inflatable little pool, (clearance price of $5, I just love end of summer sales.). It worked great!
They were much more willing to walk around on the beach and in the lake with the water shoes on and they loved playing in the pool. Well all expect Quinn, sometimes there is just no pleasing that kid. He is just not happy unless he is the thorn attached to my side.
Actually, by the end of the trip Claire really got into the swimming thing. We put a little life jacket on her and she just bobbed around in the water, having the best time.
Hayden playing on the beach, making a home for the dinosaurs he either found or took from another kid. All I know is that they just appeared and I did not pack them
I am such a sucker when he asks to take a picture of his things so that I can put is ‘on my computer page.’ Here are the dinosaurs in their home.
Claire with one of the many ‘little baby sitters’ that adopted her and God love them, they were really a big help.
Playing in the little pool. Jake splashing away and having a great time. Quinn clinging to me and crying away.
See, I told you Hayden got dirty. This was actually Jeff’s idea. He told Hayden to go in the water and then roll around in the sand like a cat. Of course, Hayden jumped at the chance to be covered in sand and not get in trouble. We are still trying to get all the sand out of his hair and other crevices.
Up next: all our little owies.
