Campouts

OK, so we're not actually camping given that everyone has a real mattress to sleep on. And in this quite wintry weather, we're definitely not out. But I figure if my parents got my sister to eat green beans throughout her entire childhood by calling them "green candy", I can call this a campout.

Love you, Nene!

It is my somewhat feeble attempt, on nights when Brandon's team has away games and he doesn't get home until the wee hours of the morning, to make evenings at home with the boys different in some way. Alas, gone is adventure season. You know, since it starts getting dark well before dinner, the movies are too expensive, and the bouncy house is a flu germ convention.

So we just spice up life a little bit by all sleeping in the same room. Aden's mattress comes in, just barely fitting on the floor by Trey's bed, where Trey and I squeeze in together. And I spend much of the night fighting off wayward elbows and knees.

Maybe a little lame, but in its lameness, it's fun. Fun enough that the boys ask for it.

This is just one of those things where, when the boys get older, I hope they'll look back and see that even though we didn't have everything, and even though they didn't have the cool Mama, we enjoyed being together. And that their Mama loves them with abandon.

Because we do enjoy being together.

And I do so love my boys.