Did You Pack the Igloo?

The obstreperous camping team of Willden, Wheat, and Thomas decided that winter break would be a fine time for another camping trip, this time to Enchanted Rock, and indeed, it was a fine time.  What we did not count on, however, was the snow.  It really and truly snowed in the Hill Country, and there was snow on the ground as we drove to Fredericksburg.  We stopped for lunch at Rebecca Rather's new Pink Pig, and when we told her we were going tent camping at Enchanted Rock, she looked at us like we were nuts.  She was seriously concerned for our well-being, physical and probably mental, and I was, too.  However, onward and upward.  We arrived at the park and picked out sites right up against the rock, and started a fire before doing just about anything else.

Oh my GOODNESS, it was cold.  That night I slept in three layers of tops and bottoms, wool socks, gloves, a hat, and a hood, wrapped in my sleeping bag with a quilt on top.  And I was still cold!  Luckily, we had our brand-new hats from Nepal to keep our heads nice and toasty.  Matt and Shannon picked them up for us on their world travels, and I loved them so much that I named them: NePaul, NePaula, NePaulette, and NePauline.

I did not venture too far from the campfire, and my trusty Thermos of hot herbal tea was always close by to keep me warm on the inside.  I stayed so close to the fire that I actually melted the leg of my favorite fleece pants.  Whoopsie.

We did eat good on this trip.  We had homemade tamales for dinner and then a Dutch oven peach cobbler for dessert.  I could definitely get into the whole Dutch oven thing.  We roasted marshmallows whenever we wanted to--this was vacation, after all--and Isla had a bit of a problem with hers.

 

The kids loved to be te trolls under the bridge between the parking lot and our site. They were pretty scary.

We hiked to the top of Enchanted Rock and the wind whipping over the top of the dome was fierce.  I swear I wore a hat AND a hood the entire time we were there.

 We made it to the top!  Wheats, Thomases, and Willdens, and another successful trip.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like a Project

Okay, I know it's August.  I know that I've come around the horn and next Christmas is now closer than LAST Christmas.  I know I am a bit tardy in posting...  everything.  Always.  I can only assume that the two (or so) people who actually follow this blog will forgive me.  You rock.

When I told the lady at JoAnn Fabrics that I was going to use all that felt to make a nativity advent calendar, she marveled that I was starting it so soon.  Hah!  How long did she think it was going to take for me to crank it out?  Because I was sweating to get it done by December, let me tell you.  Once the fun stuff (the cute figures) was done, I was much less motivated to do the not-as-fun stuff (the numbers and the background).  But I did made my deadline.  Oh, and did I mention that I made not one, but two of these calendars?  Because I have two kids, you see, and it was now or never.

I found a pattern online:

I added to it, and here is the final product:

I also made these ornaments, which I am in love with:

Merry Christmas!  (Late or early, take your pick.)

Camping with Crabs

We had a terrific time camping at Padre Island National Seashore over Thanksgiving.  The Wheats and Thomases joined us, and we had an excellent time.  (The hammock kerfuffle with the homeless woman wasn't the greatest, but at least none of us got stung by a stingray like the poor Scandinavian fellow in the next campsite.  Perspective, people.)  We brought Thanksgiving leftover foil dinners and I made a pumpkin pie and an apple crumble in a box oven.  And they said it couldn't be done!  ("They" being Greg and David.)

The kids could not get enough of the beach.  On our last morning the wind nearly blew us right off the campsite, but the other days were fair and mild.  Tyler especially likes being buried, and Natalie spent hours in the surf.  She tried boogie boarding and found that she liked it A LOT.

 The wind was just right for a little kiting, so everyone took a turn.

 For some unknown reason, there were no shells to be found, but there were plenty of Portuguese Man O' Wars scattered up and down the beach.  Greg bucketed a live one for show and tell.

After dark Greg left for a run on the beach, and returned very quickly to let us know that the sand was overrun by crabs!  We grabbed flashlights and headlamps and took the kids on a crab hunt, which they LOVED.  As we adults ambled along, we would see the knot of kids take off across the sand, all their lights trained on a little crab fleeing for its life.  We laughed our guts out.  It was, hands down, the highlight of the trip.

 Look at these monkeys!  (SEA monkeys, that is.)  Ella, Reese, Natalie, Tyler, and Isla.  Reese probably just told the favorite joke of the weekend, which went something like this:

Reese: Knock, knock.
Natalie: Who's there?
Reese: Garbage!

That's it.  That's the joke, and let me tell you, it KILLED every time.

 Wheats, Willdens, and Thomases: camping fiends.