After we got back from my dad’s house last weekend, Mr. Andi boldly declared that we had made a huge mistake – we should have taken the tent and camped! He added that we need to take the kids camping soon. I reminded him that Sarah Kate’s first camping event was in our backyard, not on 33 acres of wide open farm space nor a strange campground with lots of woods to disappear into in the blink of an eye.
He is undeterred.
I guess it’s kinda-sorta my fault, though, because our first sorta-date was a camping trip. We met at a job interview and when the company hired both of us, we started up a friendship. He was going camping with a co-ed group of friends and invited me to come along. I was young and foolish so I agreed and then turned to my dad for help with finding some basic camping gear. He offered a variety of items, including a cot which I vehemently rejected, proclaiming that I didn’t want to be “Prima Donna Cot Girl” when everyone else was sleeping on the ground.
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So I guess I had it coming when I pretended to like camping and, years later, ended up being the only night owl in a family of early risers. On Wednesday morning, Nathan woke up just after 4:00 am and went into Sarah Kate’s room. Before Mr. Andi and I got up, they had both migrated into the kitchen and she was fixing them both breakfast.
The downside (actually, the OTHER downside) is that he passed out cold in the middle of speech therapy that afternoon.
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If you travel regularly in CP world, you may have noticed that I didn’t post about World Cerebral Palsy Day this week. I think I’ve reached the point where I’m kind of “over” all of these “days” that no one seems to care about or pay attention to other than the people for whom every day is CP Day. I did, however, contribute to a piece written by my friend Ellen over at Love That Max (also available at The Huffington Post in slideshow format).
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So, in case you hadn’t heard … Tropical Storm Karen is coming to Mayberry. We don’t get too worked up about tropical storms around here, but I don’t much care for them, mostly because I end up stuck in the house for the duration with both kids and both dogs because Mr. Andi is working (regardless of whether there are any power outages). If things get slow and the weather isn’t too bad, we may head down to the PierCam again and I’ll TWEET IT LIVE! Which sounds a lot more exciting than it probably is in reality…
And for old times’ sake, here’s a still shot from PierCam 2012:
My husband is weird. Really, really weird. Several of you commented on what a great dad he is for taking the kids hunting and all that. He is, it’s true. But he’s also the dad who does bizarre stuff like this:
Video of Mr. Andi Eating a Fresh Snake Heart
The snake featured in the film is a water moccasin, FYI. Mr. Andi reassured me that there’s no venom in the heart, which oddly did not make me feel any better.
And just in case you were wondering: no, we do not pronounce the word “worcestershire” as “worst-er-wire” here in Mayberry.
Have you been following Jennifer Fulwiler’s personality types theme song discussions? Just an FYI if you have – I’m an INTJ. 🙂
Have a great weekend!
This post was inspired by and is linked to Conversion Diary‘s 7 Quick Takes.
I am so very conflicted as to whether or not I want to watch that video.
It’s not that bad, I promise. Kinda grainy cell phone video so…
I almost didn’t post on CP day because I feel the same way, that it’s not doing much, then I realized that’s exactly why I should (although my post was quite the downer)
Um, Mr Andi…gross. I watched a split second, just until you panned down and I saw what looked like a snake.
I like the camping face. If s’mores can’t win her over I don’t think anything can.
She likes them now, but not at first. That was also around the time she didn’t like ice cream or chocolate milk, either (but loved white milk).
Mr. Andi eating the snake heart is gross, but the fact that you still kiss him after that makes you grosser. 😉
Touché!