Otherwise known as the place of my birth.
Also known as "The County."
Open fields. Rolling hills. Lots of trails. And potatoes.
Lots of potatoes.
It's a summer tradition where they spend a week up there just for fun...and for getting spoiled rotten. All things involving: four-wheeling, treats, staying up late, swimming, bonfires, coon catching, fishing expeditions, movies, stories, sleeping in the camp, adventure expeditions, and the like.
It's a week that my parents look forward to all summer and one that my boys do as well.
Aaaaand....one that this Mama does, also.
My, this past week the silence was deafening!!
I love one on one time with my boys. It is delightful.
And I had missed him.
|Lots of rain. Lots of washouts. Kaden's making sure it's not too deep.|
And he found them to be quite delightful.
Right up there with Spam.
And then, we headed home.
It's one of the joys of my life.
Seriously, it is.
I don't know why, but it just makes me really, really happy.
My boys love the gravel pit.
They love to climb it and slide down it.
They pretty much love anything that makes them grubby.
This was our view below:
Well, Kaden did. I just hung on. And prayed.
I find that when I go up home for just a few days, I need to pack just as many clothes as I would normally need to for an entire week. I am perpetually filthy. Or wet. Or smelling like fire.
And now a shout out to the shoes in my life:
As a Mama to (mostly) boys, my summer footwear consists solely of keen's and chacos. Both shoes being quite pricey when purchased brand new, but oh-so-fabulous when purchased at a yard sale or GoodWill. These babies cost me $7.99, and in the course of that two hour date, they were soaked from mud, soaked from puddles, and filled to the brim with gravel pit dirt. They were then sufficiently washed off by the puddles on the way home, and set in the sun to dry. Voila! They can also be thrown in the washing machine with any load of laundry....which happens to these babies all. summer. long.