Thursday 30th –
Dads official day of birth πΆπΌ-π¨π»
Us girls (and Spencer) all went to the first morning church service of camp and stayed there for the afternoon.
Some of us joined in on family activities, others not so much due to the extra difficulty of carrying a baby, holding a toddlers hand and attempting the tasks required π¬
The canteen opened later that afternoon as usual ππ¦π
Somehow, ice cream just tastes better from the ice cream stand kind of places than any ice cream ever does that’s eaten at home π
Pro and I headed home with Bryn after a long, hot afternoon spent outdoors.
Al opted to stay and play with Em, the inseparable two when they are in the same place π
Back at home we relaxed and enjoyed the cool of the house.
Dad came back to the house just before Jess stopped by for a short visit π
He was making Clamato drinks for the three of us so he asked Jess if she would like one too.
Never hearing of the drink before, she bravely accepted the offer.
Dad told her she could even drink it by the sink so she could spit it out if she had to π
She accepted it from the comfort of the couch and her reaction to the smell of it was enough to have us all in tears from laughing π
Working up the courage, a sip was swallowed… she said it smelt and tasted like spaghetti.
She than casually asked if it was something we drank often? Haha.
I don’t think she will ever be requesting it anywhereπ
Later that evening I ended up driving over to Nathin’s to finally get in our brother/sister movie night π§π»π¦π»π₯π«π£π΅π
Friday July 1st-
Happy Canada Day! πβ€οΈπ¨π¦π
I’m technically a pathetic Canadian as I had no red clothing to show my support π¬
So I instead showed the love of my homeland via my glowing demeanour π
Back to camp we went.
Staying at the house during camp is truly a very pleasant change from the past dorm accommodationsπππ»(You know you’re getting older when π)
With mattresses as hard as the wood frames themselves and bathrooms with their showers hardly dripping water at times, onto the mud filled floor π§
Song service is always extra nice at camp, the building full of song, clapping, multiple instruments, song specials and happy peopleππΆ
Another sign of aging noticed at camp is when the pews hurt the first service and you’re sitting in the back/middle instead of the front, left side, reserved for young folks full of life and excitement of all the wonders still ahead of them π
That afternoon Tammy invited us to sit and visit at her trailer and enjoy some good coffee as well as conversation πβοΈ
We had Emily and Alaina with us as Becca was helping with activities that afternoon.
Tammy being a gracious host, gave them both a glass of popπ
Their eyes widened and after the first sip Emily looked at us excitedly saying that it was, so so good and the very best pop she had ever hadπ
The girls wanted to go play at the park but Moms deal with them was if they went, they could NOT leave the park under any circumstances or else they would be grounded from it and get spankings.
They were asked to repeat the rules and Al’s response in her dialect was along the lines of, ‘We no leave da park or we get spankinβπ»π³’. (finger point and large eyes included.)
About half an hour later we seen Rebecca going to the park to get the girls to go for ice cream. Alaina and Emily happily walked away with her and we couldn’t resist a little trickery π
Mom called out to Alaina asking where she thought she was going?
Her and Emily turned and stopped with fear in their eyes, looking back and forth between mom and Becca, trying to decide who to listen to.
They took off running back to the park and left Rebecca standing alone in confusion π
I was supposed to be picking up Mike from the airport that evening around 8 pm, but of course delays and weather had to occur and mess up what was supposed to be a nice pick up timeπ
The poor guy ended up missing two more connections, overnighting at a hotel in Calgary and arriving at 10:30 the next morning π¬π€βοΈ
Since he was delayed I stayed for that evenings camp service along with the rest of the family.