We took the kids on a couple hikes last week. They were mostly good sports about it. But then again sometimes not at all.
But let's be honest. Sometimes I'm not a good sport about hiking with a seven year old, five year old, four year old, and one year old. But the 33 year old is okay. He's always pretty cheerful.
But I'm not. Especially after eating a handful of Cheese Nips and helping the four year old go to the bathroom only a foot off the trail (it was an emergency, okay?).
So we played a game.
You know the "I'm going to the moon, and I'm going to bring..." and then you have to say what you'd bring. And then everyone has to say what they'd bring and remember all the things before. It's an okay game and it always ends up in a competition between Christian and me to see who has the best memory. (I know he would argue, but I still think it's me.)
We made it through eight rounds of this game.
Here is what we're bringing to the moon with us:
His big blanket
The real Heatwave
The real Boulder
My Little Pony
This lake (Jenny's Lake)
Trees and Bushes
Rocket ship with blasters
Rover (like they have on Mars)
Xbox 360 (We don't have one. I guess he's saving it for the space station.)
Xbox game holder
Papa and Nana's cabin
Sound of Music