Pirate Camp

Lately I've been a little MIA from my blog.  A friend and I got a crazy idea to host a week long day camp for our kids and a few others.  It was her idea since she couldn't find anywhere cheap to send her kids to do something like this and I was just along for the ride.  Boy was it a ride.  We had 10 kids come for four days, three hours a day and every single minute was jam packed with stuff.  I am now stuck to my couch and probably won't be able to move for a good 24 hours.  It was a lot of work but so much fun at the same time.  I loved that I spent quality time with Huntley doing things I normally wouldn't do because they are messy, time consuming, wet, and actually take effort on my part.  This week helped me to take a better look at how I'm doing as a mom and figure out how to do better.  Plus after having 10 kids dealing with my two is nothing!

Pool Time

Green with envy is how I feel towards the ladies at the pool who lounge in their chair and read a book while their kids swim. Don't get me wrong, taking my girls to the pool and splishing and splashing with them is one of my favorite thing to do but the readaholic in me is dieing to have summer days of reading time and not having to do anything else.

Last night I took my YW to the pool and thought it would be a preview of what I had to look forward to. Boy was I wrong. It was more work than taking my kids and I didn't even swim. Are those lounging book reading ladies just a figment of my imagination because if my girls are like my YW girls there is no way I'll ever get to read a book.

Luckily today I figured out how to make it happen. I was babysitting the neighbor girls and not really feeling up to cleaning up messes inside. I figured my options were watch a movie and still risk a mess or play outside. I chose the latter and decided to fill up our pool. After getting them all sunscreened and situated I sat back to referee and was bored stiff. They all played together nicely and I was able to sit and read. From now on forget the public pool the 2 inches of water in the kiddie pool is totally working for me!

Favorite Color

I'm back to stealing post inspiration from fatmumslim. I don't know why but for some reason there is time when I can't come up with anything to write about. Life is just it's same old regular routine and while it is good to document that for my memory's sake it just seems really boring to write about. At least by doing the photo a day challenge I can actually try and think out of the box a little bit.

Today's topic was favorite color. I don't really have a favorite color and it's making Hunt mad that I won't tell her what it is. She on the other hand loves pink and that has always been the answer she gives me ever since she could start answering that question.

Since I don't have a favorite color I do have a color I despise, orange. Why do I hate orange so, baby food. I don't know what it is about peaches, sweet potatoes, and squash but it stains skin and I can not get it off. Since Paisley insists on giving herself facials when eating she is now our very own little oompa loompa.

Summer Nights

On the mend

I think she is feeling better.

This Post Brought to You by the Letter F

I've been anxiously awaiting the chance to steal this post idea from Aubrey and I've finally been able to. Our past 24 hours have been F filled. Don't worry this post will remain G rated, mainly containing good F words.

First of all we spent yesterday celebrating the Fourth of July and the Freedom we have. We live in the greatest country in the world and are extremely thankful to those who keep it that way.

In true Phillips fashion we started the celebrations by going Fishing. Hunt caught a little bass right off the bat and Russell ended the trip by catching a big rainbow. Other than that we threw lots of rocks in the lake.

Since we went fishing that morning we had to have a Fish Fry at Grandpa Phillips's house. There was a whole lot of good Food to be had!

Afterwards we watched the Fireworks for a little while. Hunt was torn between loving them and thinking they were out to get her. Pais was crashed out on the floor and had no reaction.

Driving home the girls crashed before we left the driveway so I decided I'd go watch the Fire since that's a whole lot more fun than fireworks. It was weird to see the firefighters at the base camp. One in particular caught my attention. He was off to the side talking on a cell phone and looked like all he really wanted to do was crawl in his sleeping bag under the blaring lights and die. Normally I'm the person on the other side of that phone call telling my hubby the mundane details of our day. Now that I've seen what he probably looks like and is enduring while I talk about nothing in particular and he actually sounds interested I really appreciate him so much more.

Four'o'clock that morning Hunt woke me up to let me know she had spit all over her bed. I assumed she wet the
bed but she kept saying "no pee, spit!!!". I couldn't figure it out so I told her to sleep in my bed and rolled over immediately falling back to sleep. At six I found out what spitting all over the bed means when she did the same thing to my bed. Which brings us to our last and worst F word, the Flu. Other than having to clean up after Hunt it has actually been kind of nice to have a do nothing but lay around day. As long as the flu stays only with her and is gone tomorrow.

Pictures

I have lots of pictures of the last week. Chris was home the whole time and although it was really nice and we had lots of fun it was extremely frustrating too. Instead of venting my frustrations, my poor mother and mother-in-law deserve a break from my constant whining, I decided I'd write a little list of all the things I loved about the last week.

1. Baby Della

2. Someone else to get up with crying girls in the night while I was dead to the world.

3. Picking our first tomatoes of the season.

4. Taking back my yard from all the weeds that grew while I was in California.

5. Paisley learning to growl.

6. Buying Hunt new shoes and watching her "run faster" everywhere we went.

7. Late night talks with Chris after the girls are in bed.

8. Spending a day at Girls Camp and enjoying some solitude in the mountains.

9. Day date to unsuccessfully try and find some new clothes but didn't hear one bit of whining when dragging my hubby around.

10. Freezing cold water flowing into Tibble Fork that numbed my toes but felt so good on a hot summer day.