Good afternoon, everyone!!!
This week I had the first campout of the year with my grandchildren. We planned for a time that school was out for the summer and I had two days off in a row, which just happened to be this week J
I almost canceled due to some stress that had befallen me, but then I sat myself down and rethought this. I don’t handle stress very well and I didn’t want this to reflect on our campout, so I made a decision that nothing was going to stop me from enjoying this time with my grandchildren.
I am proud to say I was able to not only help them have a good time but I also had a wonderful time. This is part of the new lifestyle I’m taking on, categorizing stress J
I wanted to do something a bit different for dinner seeing as most of the time it is roasting hot dogs for a campout dinner. So instead I put my head together with my oldest son and we came up with a kid-friendly kabob. Then hubby added his two cents and we can up with a success. We took homestyle meatballs and little smokies along with a fresh pineapple, weaving these on the kabobs, then I put them on my new flash grill and ***poof*** we had a kid-friendly kabob. Of course we topped this off with chips and push-ups for desert J
After dinner we grabbed up bags and went on a nature walk, watched about 15 minutes of a ball game, and went to the park.
We had gogurts for our midnight snack and watched movies in the camper before bed.
Yesterday they spent the day playing games and hanging out and we just enjoyed general chit-chat and a day of being outdoors.
I remember my grandparents at times like this. How close I was to them when I was little and how happy they made my childhood. Then someone posted a video online that was my grandfather’s favorite song. I instantly could see him walking down the isles at his church, singing with his voice lifted heavenward. That was just how my grandfather was. I strained my memory to hear his voice in song once more. But I took the song as a sign my grandfather was thinking of me and how much I would love to hear his voice and talk to him again. Ask his advice on a few things in this life, and hear his words of wisdom. Some days it would be so nice to just talk to him and grandma again, sitting out under the pine trees, shelling butterbeans and enjoying a hot summer afternoon.
My hope is that one day my grandchildren will look back on our time as I do with my own grandparents. I hope they remember the love that went into each of the days we’ve shared.
Everyone have a lovely day!!!
Blessings to all!!!
This week I had the first campout of the year with my grandchildren. We planned for a time that school was out for the summer and I had two days off in a row, which just happened to be this week J
I almost canceled due to some stress that had befallen me, but then I sat myself down and rethought this. I don’t handle stress very well and I didn’t want this to reflect on our campout, so I made a decision that nothing was going to stop me from enjoying this time with my grandchildren.
I am proud to say I was able to not only help them have a good time but I also had a wonderful time. This is part of the new lifestyle I’m taking on, categorizing stress J
I wanted to do something a bit different for dinner seeing as most of the time it is roasting hot dogs for a campout dinner. So instead I put my head together with my oldest son and we came up with a kid-friendly kabob. Then hubby added his two cents and we can up with a success. We took homestyle meatballs and little smokies along with a fresh pineapple, weaving these on the kabobs, then I put them on my new flash grill and ***poof*** we had a kid-friendly kabob. Of course we topped this off with chips and push-ups for desert J
After dinner we grabbed up bags and went on a nature walk, watched about 15 minutes of a ball game, and went to the park.
We had gogurts for our midnight snack and watched movies in the camper before bed.
Yesterday they spent the day playing games and hanging out and we just enjoyed general chit-chat and a day of being outdoors.
I remember my grandparents at times like this. How close I was to them when I was little and how happy they made my childhood. Then someone posted a video online that was my grandfather’s favorite song. I instantly could see him walking down the isles at his church, singing with his voice lifted heavenward. That was just how my grandfather was. I strained my memory to hear his voice in song once more. But I took the song as a sign my grandfather was thinking of me and how much I would love to hear his voice and talk to him again. Ask his advice on a few things in this life, and hear his words of wisdom. Some days it would be so nice to just talk to him and grandma again, sitting out under the pine trees, shelling butterbeans and enjoying a hot summer afternoon.
My hope is that one day my grandchildren will look back on our time as I do with my own grandparents. I hope they remember the love that went into each of the days we’ve shared.
Everyone have a lovely day!!!
Blessings to all!!!