Pictures from our past

I've decided that if I have nothing interesting to say, I can do something fun. Since I didn't discover blogging until recently, and a lot of my friends who read my blog haven't known me super long, I will randomly post some old pictures. Let's start today.

Going with the theme of my last post, I chose these for today:

It was August, 2003. The kids were 7 (barely) and 3 (almost 4). We were on a camping trip for a week (in my parent's RV so not too much roughing it). Speaking of that RV .... it's a sad story: We enjoyed it quite a bit. We had used it multiple times when they had it. One day they decided that since they NEVER wanted to use it (my Mom says her idea of roughing it is walking barefoot on the carpet at the Hilton) they decided to GET RID OF IT! How rude (haha). That system of them paying for it and us using it worked out fine for us.

This is one of my favorite pictures of all time:

Here is a sequence of pictures that will benefit from some narration: The Husband had left the RV to go fishing while the 3 of us were laying down for a nap. I had drifted off to sleep when I heard the RV door slam shut. It startled me awake, I looked for the kids. Fancy was sound asleep at my side but Bubby was nowhere to be seen. I bolted up and looked out the window and saw him, fishing pole in hand, crossing the "road" (a gravel road with NO traffic) to the pond where his Daddy was (about 30 yards away). It was the cutest thing ever. Such a big boy. He hade made up his mind where he wanted to be and it wasn't sleeping with Mommy and Sissy. I, of course, jumped up, grabbed the camera and followed him. I snuck up behind them and started secretly snapping pictures from a safe distance. Even The Husband didn't know I was there.

About five minutes into this cuteness, Bubby has to pee. Well, you know guys, so The Husband tells him he has to wait. Bubby continues to insist he must go now, Daddy continues to say things like, "Just a second". Here, Bubby is making some "adjustments" to try to settle things down:

Then Bubby is cold .... needs his shirt on (which he had brought with him for some reason) and by the way, the temp was like 95 degrees, but whatever. Daddy puts his fishing pole down, sighs, and helps him get the shirt on. I can see Daddy feeling a bit sad (and entertained at the same time) that his quiet fishing time is being run by this 3 year old's "issues". After the shirt is on, Bubby goes right back into the "I godda pee" mantra.

I am the one who will no doubt deal with the pee soaked mess and tears, so I am about to intervene when I see Bubby finally just solve his own problem:I think it is good that I have posted this now because surely there will come a time when Bubby wouldn't stand for it.