Nana, Emily, Luke, Ben, and I went on a little trip to the KOA in Willits, CA. The trip was dubbed 'Girls and Grandsons'. We loaded up the Suburban, hitched on a rented pop-up tent, and set off. First, I must mention the slogan of KOA and a gentle reminder:
Remember. It's not camping. It's kamping.
There were so many things to do: 3 playgrounds, a spray park, regular pool, kiddie pool, hot tub, a private hot tub at our site, a trail head, a catch-and-release fishing pond, outdoor movie theater, dog park, basketball court, an arcade, a game room, a petting zoo, 18 hole disc golf, 18 hole mini golf, bocce ball, and horse shoes. I may have even forgotten a few. So many things to do, in fact, that you might forget to do nothing and take in the beautiful surroundings.
Sunday night after we got unpacked we chilled in the hot tub and had roasted marshmallows (except for Luke who abhors sticky things and had an un-roasted one, and Ben who isn't eating anything 'cept milk).
Monday morning we had organic whole wheat pancakes. From a can. Weird. Oh, and some Krispy Kreme doughnuts. To go along with the Kamping. And to counteract the organic whole grain.
We then went out on a little hike.
All that hiking tired poor Ben out.
Luke had a blast climbing around the playground.
It was sure fun to watch Luke and his tiny plastic club playing mini golf. His technique reminded me of Happy Gilmore.
Luke thought all the animals at the petting zoo wanted to eat him. I wouldn't put it past them, but these two just wanted to but heads. Running around the park were bunnies who had escaped from the petting zoo.
Luke's favorite parts were the hiking and the hot tub.
Ben really seemed to love the animals and the outdoors. I've never heard him be so vocal. Although he did do a lot of this.
My favorite parts were the hiking and the swimming. My least favorite part was the sleeping* (or lack thereof).
I think Nana loved all of it.
Emily is just on the cusp of being a teenager. Since she's a Schofield there may be some rough waters ahead, but for now she's still innocent and un-jaded and seemed to enjoy everything.
Luke will have to teach you the S'mores dance.
If it can be taught, that is.
Tuesday we ate, packed up and left. We got lost, but it turned out to be a blessing because we saw a whole new part of California. It's hard to find a part of California that's ugly, but driving through wine country was especially beautiful.
*The first night Luke was up about a bajillion times in the night. Maybe just a gazillion. It's hard to say because I lost count. He kept sitting up and saying things like "Don't eat the watermelon", "I want my mommy", "my tummy hurts", and "I'm having fun". Despite the fact that I am not the queen of falling back asleep and lost several hours of sleep, I kept my sense of humor about the situation. I just think of nights like that as some sort of a parental hazing from the universe. Plus, I assumed he would sleep better the next night. He did not. He started having a stuffy nose and he has a miserable time sleeping with a stuffy nose because he forgets how to breath through his nose in his sleep, wakes himself up, and is M-A-D. I have a hard time seeing the humor in being woken up every ten minutes to a child that is extremely distressed. He woke me up at least every ten minutes between 9 pm and 2 am. That's more than just parental hazing. That's like hidden-military-base grade torture. They could learn a thing or two from Luke. Next time I'm bringing the drugs. I'm not quite sure which ones yet, but I'm bringing them.
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