Camping/Easter

Over Easter weekend we went camping for the first time in about 4 years, we didn't go to far, but we did have a blast spending time with our wonderful friends and having Grandma with us as well. We didn't give her much time to suffer from jet lag as we left for camping two days after she got here. We did find a campsite that allowed fires (and we may or may not have broke a few rules to have a good fire) but it was a learning experience in the way of how the English camp. We also couldn't find it in us to not enjoy some grown-up time after we allowed the children to run themselves to tired that they finally passed out. Mike and Jacob practiced all their fire safety to transfer one fire into a neighouring firepit that people had left so that they didn't have to sit away from the heat source that night. It was April afterall, and it does still get cold at night.

Mason went right back to his squeezing the life out of Grandma game that he does everytime we are with them. This time he had his work cut out for him because Grandma was so much stronger this time around. :) I think it took him by surprise, but he found the game still just as fun.

Brennan, Justice, and Taylor having a break from moving one pile of rocks into another pile of rocks. While we are admiring the cuteness of these two little girls, it is story time. About 50 yards from the campsite was a huge mound of dirt, which we called, "the mountain" while we were there. The kids loved it so much they spent the majority of the time sliding down the dirt hill and then climbing back up. They were careful to avoid the stinging nettles after each one of them had a little sting of different degrees of severity. While on this mountain we could hear laughing, playing, screams of joy, and it was great to see them having such a great time. I had to go to the loo and was promptly making my way across the camp towards the toilets when I looked over and saw Taylor standing proudly yelling, "Mom, look was we have, he is so cute!!"
I turn, focus my eyes just enough to see that my daughter is holding by the ears a dead rabbit. I yelled for her to put it down, no longer concerned with my needs that needed to be met. Asked why on earth she would be holding a dead rabbit and told her we needed to go scrub our hands and clean up. I also took the time to ask who else had been playing with the rabbit--only answer was that Justice had also been playing with the rabbit. So we decided to take all the children, for safety and concern of diseases and such. When we asked about what they were doing with the rabbit, or if they had just found it they told us a lovely story.
Taylor said, "Mom, we were letting the rabbit slide down our hill, then we would carry him back up and help him slide down again." Really!?! I have no words at that point, only pure and udder amazement that these two little girls were having such a grand time with a rabbit carcass.