
For Christmas Keith gave me several "coupons" have you. One was for ballroom dance lessons, a date night to do whatever I wanted, and one was for camping (with homemade firestarters attached). (The camping had an asterisk in the corner that said one night only--no winter camping allowed, preferrably April. ) Well, he did take me on that great date, haven't done the ballroom dance lessons yet, but for my birthday (August 29th). He finally took me camping. It was the first time we have camped with the kids. We just went up randomly to Mt. Nebo to a place called Blackhawk campgrounds just above Payson Lakes. The kids loved it. Except for right when we were going to bed Luke wanted a drink, and Keith and I were not getting out again. We said too bad Luke. Then Keith threatened Luke that if he didn't go to sleep and stop whining we would go home (bad empty threat). And then what Luke said surprised us, "I want to go home, I want to sleep in my bed."
We had smore's that night, and the kids didn't know what they were. Kayla refused to eat them cook, but kept eating them raw. I was going crazy thinking how she was wasting all the marshmellows eating them raw, but then I just let her do it. Luke liked the s'mores. When we woke up I said "Let's make breakfast," and Luke said," yeah, I want a chocolate sandwich." Except for the fact that we forgot our pillows and the grand wasn't really level, and we didn't realize how cold it would be....we slept great! The kids really did sleep good. Being a kid, you can sleep anywhere it seems. Lucky.
On the way home we stopped and walked around one of the small Payson Lakes...with the kids it took probably an hour. But it was fun. It brought back memories of my freshman year camping up there with the team, and running up that road for five miles. Any trackies reading this, do you remember that? Killer workout.