On a different note we went camping the end of August and it was a ton of fun! We went to Hume Lake where my family would camp every year when I was a kid. The first time I went I was a year younger than Olive, so I'm glad we got to go this year and start her young. Now, when I say "camping" everyone conjures up different images depending on what they did as kids. Let me clarify. There are no showers. We are fortunate to have a campground that does have flush toilets that only about 20-30 campsites share and are regularly cleaned. There are no lights so if you have to "go" at night you'd better bring your flashlight (still, i'm so thankful that I don't have to dig holes and such). Tent camping in sleeping bags trying to somehow keep the dirt from making it's permanent home in your sleeping bag. Olive was in the midst of potty training, so our porta-potty came with and slept in the bear box at night (though really what bear wants olive pee?). Hikes (all of which happened at about the same pace as our doughnut shop visit), lake days, duck feedings, fire side nights.
It was mostly great. It was (as most things good things are) a painful reminder that my life is not and will never be what I have spent years of my life hoping and dreaming for. I thought I'd grow up and be camping with my husband and child but instead my (wonderful) parents are having to try and fill in the gap in Olive's life. This is not how it's supposed to be.... still I'm thankful that it is at all.
