Wednesday, August 28, 2013

camping, northwest style

Alas! The long-awaited camping post. 

I have a group of mommy friends. I love these mommy friends. They are adventurous and marvelous. We made a book club, we have girls' weekends (during one of which one friend's water broke and I drove her to meet her husband and a baby was born 3 hours later), we have playdates galore, we train for half marathons together, ad nauseum. Great friends.

When these great friends said, "hey! let's all go camping together!" I thought, "surely I can talk my husband into this and it will be fantastic."

So, the first annual Mommy Friends Campout took place in July at Ocean City State Park in Ocean Shores. We signed up for a campsite, and four other families signed up for their own campsites, and we had five families with ten adults and ten kids embark on this adventure. 

Of the five families, TWO were complete novices. We were one of those novice families. No, we have never camped as a family, I have never camped in the Northwest, and we had no idea what to expect! 

Friday

The hardest part was packing. Our car is not that big. Friday morning I had a panic attack and called my friend who had a minivan, who graciously offered to take some stuff for us. Amazingly, we were able to fit it. We put a basket (which we've owned for years but never used) on our roof rack. I wish I would have taken a picture of our little Subaru Impreza, packed to the gills. The sleeping bags, camping chairs, and I think air mattresses went on the roof (thank goodness it wasn't raining!). In the trunk was stuffed a bin of camping gear, a cardboard box of dry food, the tent, two bags of clothes, and our coats (well not my coat. we forgot my coat. everyone else's coats.). In the footwells went firewood, a small cooler (we're lucky we didn't need the big cooler I bought solely for this occasion! It never would have fit!), and assorted kid play things (kites, outdoor games, etc.). In between the car seats went the pack & play (for baby) and diaper bag. Kids had backpacks of car activities on their laps. You get the idea. We were PACKED.  

It was a 3-hour drive that probably took us at least 4 hours. Traffic near the military base is awful! 

We bought a used tent online from a Facebook swap group; the owners claimed it was a $150 tent they only used in their backyard a couple times. Most of my friends were jealous of our tent, it is pretty spacious (the green one to the right below...) We got this bad boy for $30! It's in great shape! I had made Shane do a setup dry-run Thursday night so we knew we had all the pieces. 


We had a snafu with our (borrowed) air mattress where I feverishly texted my friend (not on the trip) for advice. Luckily we got it fixed. Wesley was positively giddy when the air mattresses and sleeping bags were out. He kept calling it his "sleep sack" and jumping in it, etc., just laughing and having fun. It brought me some sense of happiness in the midst of the preparation stress.

After we got situated, we made a fire for dinner. This place was cool since they had an "ice cream truck" that came around selling firewood and water. Funny!

For food, I tried to go everything-prepared-ahead-of-time. We didn't have a stove and I wasn't ready to buy one. I pre-made tinfoil dinner which was sorta a disaster since they took forever to cook and at one point I ate raw chicken. Luckily no barfing. And the kids were fine. The veggies weren't cooked. Sigh. We put them back on the fire and in another 20 minutes they were perfect, but I do consider it a disaster.

One of my friends tried to make chocolate chip cookies in her pie iron and that was a disaster, too. Luckily I wasn't the only one with culinary disasters that night.

For dessert we had banana boats.... a delicacy. We actually have these on the grill during the summers, too....


 
Getting the kids to bed was a nightmare. Wesley's a busy kid, who we have a hard enough time getting to sleep in his own bed at home. Somehow I think Friday was easier than Saturday, so he did go to sleep, as did Laurel. It was cold there, so we had her sleep in like, a full winter bunting (at the advice of another friend). But then in the middle of the night she was crying (miserable? unfamiliar? hot?) so we let her sleep on our air mattress. She'd a bed hog.

One of my friends could like, put her kids to bed then come hang out around the campfire and talk for ages. I was positively shocked. Mine were not as adjusted to camping!

Saturday

We woke up to mist. Like, lots of mist which actually seemed like rain. Someone said it was just an "ocean breeze" and it would blow off. Well, it soaked my feet and shoes and I only brought ONE PAIR of shoes (plus flip flops) for Laurel and she was soaked instantly. The kids didn't seem to be miserable but I was sure worried about them having wet feet all morning. It was COLD! Like, we all got out our winter coats (except for me, remember Shane packed everyone's coats but mine?)

We used someone's fire to warm my pre-made breakfast burritos. They turned out AWESOME. I just don't quite know why I made like seven of them. There are two adults and two children in my family, did I think we'd eat like Thanksgiving? We had "leftovers" but nowhere to put them.

It was freezing and the kids were nuts, so we quickly packed some lunches and got out of there -- to the beach. The freezing blustery Pacific Ocean.

   
My kids and the kids from one other family did OK with the cold -- they wanted to play in the sand. Everyone else complained and the other families left. Yup. We're camping, the beach is the MAIN EVENT, and everyone leaves after 20 minutes. It was crazy! I don't like a lack of activity. Laurel in fact slept the entire time we were at the beach. You can drive your car out onto the beach here so we all parked right next to where we played. It was wild.





We got to see things like horses on the beach, fancy cars on the beach, Segways on the beach, and the one crazy 20-something in her bikini on the beach. It was COLD.




Most people went to town to check out the shops and (seriously?) get ice cream.


The gift shop has an intriguing entrance... ;-)

Luckily a friend scouted out a small park with picnic tables and we had lunch there.







The kids had fun. We saw deer.


After the quite breezy picnic we went back to take a nap, aka wrangle with the kids in the tent for awhile. I do think Shane and I fell asleep. I think zero of our offspring fell asleep.

I recall going for a walk with the kids around the campgrounds, playing with the stomp rocket, blowing bubbles, catching bugs, and complaining about being cold. That was the whole afternoon.





Then it was dinner -- we did a group dinner, taco night, where we each supplied something. Taco meat, tortillas, chips, salsa, avocado, etc., it was really quite fun. Afterwards were lots of s'mores.




Wesley ate tortilla chips and blueberries. Laurel sat on a Coleman cooler with the other adorable toddlers.



(If you're wondering what Wesley has here, it's a pedometer. It's his recent obsession, well until he lost it recently. He kept it with him all weekend.)

After dinner, each family prepared a "minute to win it" game and we played. Well, my kids were a wreck so Shane tried to put Laurel to bed. He was not successful, if I recall.

Some of the games:  Dropping pencils in a cup...


Mummy mommies...





Ping pong balls into a paper cup/plate hat...


Start an Oreo on the forehead and use your face muscles to get it into your mouth.... we did have a winner, one of the dads did it. This was the true essence of camping because yes, Oreos fell on the ground, and yes, we ate them anyway. Real camping.



The sun finally went down and somehow we got our kids to bed. Many of us sat around the campfire and talked. We talked about kindergarten and Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon and taking care of the house and all sorts of stuff. We were really wiped out.

At one point Shane and I went over to our site's picnic table and played Boggle by lantern. It was actually kind of sad because our lantern was wimpy and we were really cold and tired. I remember looking at him with sad eyes as if to apologize. Camping was tough.





Sunday

Same cold mist in the morning. Same soaked toes by breakfast. We had pancakes and sausages, thanks to one family who let us use their Coleman stove!

We got a picture of the whole crew....





Taking down the tent.... our cute cold little helpers. 



"I don't wanna go home, mom!" Actually I think she was mad about something else....



And camping gets a....


Haha.


When the car was all packed, we had the option to go down to Ocean City park and check out the beach there. We sat in the car, all ready, and Shane asked what I wanted to do. I kinda defeatedly said, "let's just go home." I hear that beach was actually kind of nice (less cold, more cool dunes) and perhaps we would have liked it. Who knows if we'll ever know. 

We learned a lot. I have a list of things we forgot and a list of things to definitely bring next time to make things easier. Next time, you ask? Yes.... I think (now that this is a month in the past) we will try Eastern Washington camping, a nice hot hot Lake Chelan or Lake Wenatchee, before giving up for good. We did buy a tent for heavens' sake. It would be nice to use it some more. It would be nice to go camping when we go to a lake or waterfall and swim ALL DAY and get nice and hot and dirty and tired, then come home and eat hot dogs until our bellies are full and fall asleep warm and happy. That did not happen on this trip. 

Verdict: Epic Fail. But I had a fun time with my friends, I think the kids had a blast, and we'll probably do it again. Like I said, I like camping... right?

Sunday, August 18, 2013

canning peaches

Photo: This is what "I'm tired" looks like.

I am tired.

Thursday after swimming lessons I drove up to Snohomish to pick up 50 pounds of peaches for a total of $23. Seriously. They are GOOD, too. We ate like five of them for lunch that day.

I arranged to borrow a water bath canner from a friend (yay Dawn, to my rescue!) and picked up all the goods Thursday. Friday was when I got down to business.

All in all, it was a disaster.

Disaster 1: Dishwasher steam sanitize.

Our "fancy" new dishwasher has a steam sanitize setting. I thought, "how cool! I can use that when I need the prep my canning jars!" I wasn't allowed to select JUST "steam sanitize," nor could I select a "light" load and "steam sanitize," so I had to pick a "normal" load and add "steam sanitize." Now these were CLEAN JARS. Not a scrap on them. The instruction manual said the lower end of the cycle would be 90 minutes (sheesh), and the higher end 250 minutes. The dishwasher claims that it can "sense" the grunge level of dishes and will shorten the cycle appropriately.

BALONEY.

Two-and-a-half hours later the dishwasher was STILL GOING and I let out a few choice Mormon words and gave up. I figured the jars were hot enough. I had prepped at least a full batch of peaches (blanching, pitting, slicing), my sugar water solution was made, my lids were boiled, my water bath was boiling, I was ready to go.

Disaster 2: Broken jars.

In my first batch, almost immediately I noticed two of my quart jars were "floating." Uhh why was that? I kinda hit them a little bit to see if they'd go down and they didn't.... then all of a sudden up floated a peach. WHAAAAT?  Two of my jars had busted out the bottom. I freaked and texted Dawn-to-my-rescue, who promptly replied back "TOO FULL!!!!" Uh oh. I pulled the other five jars out, took some peaches out, reprocessed them, filled up two clean jars to equal a full load, then started over.

By this time, it's dinnertime. I'm a sweaty mess, the humidity in our house is 100%, dinner (that I made while the jars were sanitizing and I was bored and the kids were sleeping.... still mad about that) is in the 400-degree oven, kids are now cranky, ETC.

(If I had started when I wanted to, I expected to be done by dinner. The cursed 2.5-hour demon dishwasher cycle messed up my whole plan.)

Disaster 3: I ran out of jars?

I processed a second batch to water bath while we had dinner, which was timed well. At this point I was done with all my peach prep and realized I had A TON of peaches left. LIKE A LOT. And like, I didn't have enough JARS for them all. I seriously had a ZILLION jars in my house and I used EVERY ONE OF THEM. (Well, I found three more hidden in a closet today and I was kinda bummed I had forgotten about them. But really every jar I had that I knew about at the time I used. Sigh.)

I sent Shane on an emergency Fred Meyer run, wherein he called me and said, "they're out." WHATTTTTT??? I wanna die. "But I was just there the other day. Are you sure? Don't they have some of the fancy blue jars?" See, it's the 100th anniversary of the mason jar or Ball or Kerr or someone and they have these vintage BLUE jars to commemorate. "Well, yeah they have them but they are twice as expensive." I reply as cooly as I can for my 100-degree house, "Please buy the blue jars and come. home. now. thankyouverymuch."

The blue jars are just pint jars so I realize I might need to do something else with my peaches, you know, cook them down as pie filling or salsa or something.

I should note that yes, at this point I gave up and went to bed. My feet hurt like crazy. I was so tired. And I'm training for a half marathon and I had to get up the next day at 6:30 AM and run 8 miles. EIGHT MILES. Should I mention that Advil is my best friend right now?

Our story resumes Saturday afternoon. I survived my run.

I found a killer recipe for peach barbeque sauce for chicken, meat, etc. It uses peaches, red bell pepper, onion, garlic, etc,. all things I had in the house! Miracle! I whipped up a batch. I actually filled four pint jars, and I canned three of them (saving one to use now!). I processed one more batch of six pint jars of peaches AND THEN I WAS DONE.

OUR SAGA ENDED 24+ HOURS LATER. I canned:

  • 12 quarts
  • 16 pints
  • 2 ".75" pints (I think -- small ones for gifts I hope!)
  • 4 pints of peach BBQ sauce   
And there you have it. I have survived. Do I want to do this again in October with apples and tomatoes? I'm not sure. I'll keep you posted.

Millions of peaches.... peaches for me... 

Sunday, August 4, 2013

kindergarten prep

Hmmm I have a lot to say about kindergarten. But I didn't plan to write it all down just now. Suffice it to say, I am worried about kindergarten but we are pressing forward nonetheless with kindergarten in this house.

So. Wesley got to pick out his own backpack. I told Shane I wanted a JanSport and Wesley could pick any JanSport he wanted from all the JanSports at Fred Meyer. I let Dad be in charge of this one... and THIS baby is what he picked....


WOW. I WILL NEVER LOSE THIS KID IN A CROWD. Seriously the picture doesn't do it justice. This sucker is BRIGHT. 

He wouldn't model it for me. Sigh. 


When I first saw it my jaw dropped.  Now every time I walk into the kitchen and see it my eyeballs shudder. The tag reads "fluorescent orange." Yup, that about says it. How about "neon florescent brighter-than-a-traffic-cone orange."

Hopefully this will help Wesley get more excited for kindergarten. My strategies for getting him comfortable include:
  • buying supplies and not commenting on the color of said supplies
  • borrowing kindergarten books from the library (titles like Countdown to Kindergarten, Miss Bindergarten has a Wild Day in Kindergarten, and My First Day of School)
  • making a paper chain
  • playing "school"
  • talking about it all. the. time. He's going to ride the school bus even so I've got to do this well.
I love the little guy. I am freaking out and I hope this is the right choice. We have an "Individual Education Plan" through the school district, so they already know who he is and who I am, I just hope it's enough. I desperately want school to be a good experience for him. I want him to succeed. I know he is academically ready (he can count to 100! he knows all the letters, colors, shapes, etc.! he can read sight words!), but I am worried about behavior, social, focus, attention, etc. I'm worried the connections in his brain aren't working quite perfectly and he can't find the words to communicate what he is really thinking and remembers. They call that "pragmatic speech." When he has a hard time coming up with something, he gives up and says "I don't know" or "I don't want to talk about that right now." I sigh. I can't push him any further, because he only resists more. My nightmare is that as soon as he starts experiencing things away from me I will NEVER know what he is going through because he won't tell me -- he can't tell me. 

I feel like some of these problems of his may not improve with time, and we just should send him in there and hope for the best. The other part of me is scared I am sending him to fail, expecting that he'll need lots of help that he won't get until he doesn't achieve. My heart is torn! 

He just doesn't LEARN FROM ME. He won't listen to me. He won't do the "fun" (aka educational) activities I plan -- like the color-by-number I printed the other day or the sorting project I came up with. I try to frame it as a game and as fun, but he just doesn't care. My only hope is that a professional teacher can help him with confidence, discipline, attention -- and incite action and progress. I'm afraid if we wait another year he'll get bored academically, and that won't help with behavior, social, attention, etc., either. Now seems like the best time. Believe me, I pray about this every day, hoping for comfort. 

They say kindergarten is the "great equalizer." We'll see. I hear that by Christmastime we'll know if this is working. This kid is truly my heart walking around outside my body, and I want the absolute best for him. Five years have just flown by so fast, and every day I still don't know what to expect.