So, I’d been planning a surprise camping trip for Tim for a month and a half, and spent all week preparing and packing behind his back.  When Tim got home from work Friday, I sneaked into his car and grabbed his fishing poles and threw them in the van.  I had already loaded the van, and unloaded it at the campsite earlier that day when I dropped Levi off with Mom for the weekend.  After I was ready, I blind-folded Tim (who really couldn’t see but knew what road we were on based on turns).  He asked me what was up.  I told him it was a surprise for him, and Levi was with mom for the night. So I’m driving and he keeps asking questions (this is one of those situations, ask me no questions I tell you no lies).  Still, it was easy to throw him off w/o omitting truths because he no more than asks a few questions before he forgets the answers to his previous questions.  He did figure out we were on the road to the campsite though, Cross Creek RV and Camp Ground, and he said, “Wait, I know whats down here- you wouldn’t?!!  Nah, you wouldn’t.”  Lol, I’m glad he was blind-folded because I smiled so big.  I replied, “No, but thats a good idea.  We should go soon!”  He was super surprised when we pulled in.

Not only was he surprised that we were camping for the weekend, but he also was shocked (as was I) that I managed to book the private Island!  We had a great weekend of fishing, boating, smore-making, and the camping usualls.  The duckies at this lake practically live on the island and were far from shy about eating out of our hands (we got bit a bit).  They even have a nest under the out-house!  Its an electric outhouse, so no, the ducky eggs are not getting pooped on.  Glad you asked.  I’m glad Tim got some down time, he said he almost had forgotten what he so enjoyed.  People, be careful that you don’t work so much that you forget to enjoy life.  That is VERY important, and is good for your mental health as well.

As fun as camping was, we were excited to get back to our little baby!  Unfortunately, he’s not been in the greatest mood since we came back from camping.  His teething has been VERY bad the last couple of days, and the poor kid is only 5.5 months!  He has been spitting up a lot (and it bothers him), he’s been very fussy, refusing to eat his baby food (mostly just at dinner time), and has all around just been a little difficult.  One of the hardest things is that I can’t really hold him to comfort him because when he gets really upset he thrashes his arms and legs about and if I’m holding him at that time, he literally rips my hair out.  He doesn’t realize he’s doing it, his hands just get caught in my long curly hair while he’s flailing them.  Poor baby (and poor me).  I would like to call the doctor and see what I can do for him (apart from teether toys and Orajel) but I no longer trust his doctor and plan to change.  The reason I’m after a new pediatrician is because I found out mine is an Evolutionist.  And Evolutionists are crazy, so NO, I am not going to put my son’s health care in one’s hands.  Wish me luck in finding a GOOD new one.  Seems I always end up with bad doctors initially, and the good doctors later…