The kids were hauling firewood to the fire pit. Greg and I were busy setting up the tent. The baby was in the pack and play. It was a delightful day for camping.
I noticed that Gracie and Benjamin had finished their job and had moved to the wagon. Gracie got in the wagon and asked Benjamin to pull her around. I was focused on my task and not paying much attention to them. Nothing seemed off, I figured, what’s the worst that could happen? (Never a good thing to think when you have little kids.) Benjamin couldn’t really pull her on the uneven ground, anyway.
However, we soon learned that pushing is much easier than pulling.
The next thing I knew, Gracie was squawking, “Mommy, Mommy! Mommy, get me.” As I glanced over, I watched as the wagon, with Gracie inside it, went soaring down the hill next to our campsite. It wasn’t a large hill, but it was big enough to give her enough momentum to sail and keep going. The fear was written all over her face as she held on to the sides of the wagon for dear life. My own mama heart was pumping pretty fast when I finally reached her. I’m not sure if that was out of fear, running with this big belly, or from laughing while I ran.
My dear, sweet husband just watched this episode. He was probably laughing as well, but I was too busy chasing her to see. What Gracie and I saw as perilous, would probably be just a fun little ride for the boys. There really wasn’t any danger with the situation; but at the time, us girls didn’t know that!
When the boys hurt or scare themselves, they usually do the same thing with a varied amount of differences. Gracie isn’t usually that
dense curious, she usually learns that when something is scary or hurts that she doesn’t want to do it again. Yet, the wagon quickly became a favorite toy of the weekend. By the end of the weekend, they were pulling (and pushing) each other around the campsite. Although, Gracie made sure the wagon was never next to the hill.
It wasn’t too long after the wagon episode, when the kids were happily eating a snack. Levi was still snacking on pretzels in the pack and play. Greg and I were still trying to get all settled.
I was more intentional about glancing over at the little ones every so often, just to make sure that everything was copacetic. During one of these glances, I noticed that Levi had grabbed a hold of something that was on the table. It took a moment for my brain to register than he was grabbing the large bug candle. It had been burning long enough to have a little hot wax accumulated. I’m not sure what I was doing at the time, but I dropped it and made my second mad mama dash of the hour to save him from the peril of the candle.
Turns out the kids had moved the candle to ‘share’ it with Levi. He didn’t get hurt (Thank you, God!), and we decided we didn’t really need the bug candle after all.
Overall, our camping trip was a delightful adventure. We learned a lot about things that worked and things that we should probably do different next time. I will be sharing those sometime in the next week or so.