Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Pretend to be red salmon wriggling up a stream, but who is the stream in their game? Daddy of course!

The boys and I spend an afternoon digging Camas Flower roots in the meadow just like the Native tribes in our area used to do. Then we took our hard earned loot home and boiled it on the stove. As they watched the roots boil…Sweet Boy#3–“They’re saying ‘Ow ow, it’s too hot!'” and Sweet Boy#2–“These are the potatoes of the mountains.” Finally when they are well cooked we add butter and salt and snork down our delicious Camas Roots! But I am very very grateful that we do not have to rely on this food source for the entire winter, it was a lot of hard work for a few tiny potato thingies.

At Legit’s (one of our camp counselors) graduation party the three boys and a little girl find a puddle made by the sand box cover and spend a glorious hour rolling in the pollen filled water.

Sweet Boy#1–“Momma, why do you get up so early?”

Momma–“It’s my only time to read my bible and write. I want to make a story that is good enough to become a book. What do you think? Will I ever do it?”

Sweet Boy#1–Thinks a minute…”Yeah, I think you will!”–This from the boy who told me he would get back to me about whether he loved his Momma and Daddy or not. So you know he meant it. Can’t tell you how happy it made me to see his sweet smile and confidence in my ability to become a better writer.

The Hunky Hubby–Sneaks into my online calorie counter and adds 24 packages of Italian sausage to my dinner. Suddenly I am 40,000 calories over and on track to weigh over 500 pounds in just 5 short weeks of eating like that.

Sweet Boy#1 and Sweet Boy#2–See a black bear crossing the meadow.

Sweet Boy#1–Jumps off the porch at Grandma Judy’s and right into a big clump of Stinging Nettles.

All 3 Boys–Are playing in Bowser’s (camp intern) hammock and I look out the window to see them emptying a bag of 500 paintballs into the hammock before climbing in with their “eggs”!


I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!

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