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Truck on fire.

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 We took the children on an over night camp out with the ward. Kaylee was so excited to be camping with so many church friends. She had an amazing time, and was so lovely. Regan gave us emotional whiplash. Apparently 5 days of antibiotics is not quite long enough when you are fighting an ear infection. Poor dude. Then he got motion sick on the drive home, and puked all over himself, and somehow into my water bottle.IMG_3154 IMG_3155 IMG_3156 IMG_3158 IMG_3159 IMG_3161 IMG_3162 IMG_3163 IMG_3172 IMG_3184 IMG_3186 IMG_3187 Ha! He had good times mixed in with his pouty not feeling so hot self. He especially enjoyed playing basketball with "my guys". These boys were so sweet with Regan.

IMG_3178IMG_3189So then Regan puked on the way home. And since we were only 20ish min from home and I figured it would take about that long to properly clean him and and change his clothes just to strip him for a shower when we got home…. I just did a quick mop up and gave him a puke bag. Poor little dude.

AND then when we were seriously less than a minute from home the truck caught fire! Oh, the chaos. The craziness. The momentary panic as I was getting the kids OUT of the truck onto the median of whether I should grab the camera or not. Sanity reigned and the camera got left behind.

001We were at our last intersection before pulling into our neighborhood, stopped at a red light when smoke starts pouring into the cab through the vents. Thick nasty smoke. Jon quickly rolls down the windows, and tries to pop the hood. Gages all were reading normal. Truck had been running beautifully. I called Josh and asked him where the hazards where, and to let him know that oh, by the way your truck that you so kindly lent us for the camp out is on fire!

002Can I just say for every rude person there are many more kind helpful souls out there. Truck on fire, Regan covered in chunks, everyone looking/smelling awful from camping, standing in a busy intersection, and Kaylee just wants to go home and get ready for the pirate party she had been invited to. Let the good times roll! And remember that sanity reigned and so there are NO pictures of this madness. So must visualize.

People were yelling both kind and helpful things, and others, not so much. We had a couple very sweet good Samaritans come to our rescue. And I find it amusing that the scariest looking dudes are usually the sweetest. This lovely fellow with a truck a supplies to tow offered to tow the truck home. Awww.

This awesome woman offered to drive me and kiddos home. She was a Mama who didn't have her children with her and therefor had empty car seats for mine. (Fasted answered prayer EVER!) She also chewed out this RUDE lady for me.

Rude Lady: Hello! This is a terrible spot to park! Get out of the way, you are being SO rude! (Said with MUCH anger, and attitude!)

Sweet Lady: Excuse ME for trying to get these little kids OUT of a dangerous situation! You can go around me, or wait, but I am helping them!

Rude Lady: You are so rude and inconsiderate! (Stupidly, and far to rapidly zooms away.)

Sweet Lady: (To me.) Some people are idiots! (To which I emphatically agreed.)

LOVED my Sweet Lady so much.

So while Jon and the nice fellow took care of getting the truck home, I stripped Regan down to his soggy puked underwear in the road before loading the kids into the sweet ladies car. I figured we were already a spectacle the lest I could do was strip a kid down for everyone. Nah, mostly I was trying to get as little puke on sweet lady's car seat as possible.

003 004 006 008Josh arrived after I had tossed the kids into the shower, and after the truck was settled into it's final resting place. He made good time from his house. The whole fiasco was the longest 15 minutes of my life.

It appears a critter built a nest, and that's where the fire started. Dwayne says it's fixable. I cried. LOTS. Kaylee, ever my example has been praying non stop for Uncle Josh's truck.

And her prayers are quite effective. We originally thought the truck was toast, that fixing it would be thousands. But it turns out it should be fixable for hundreds. YEA!

Hopefully this charred melty goodness will soon be pretty, shiny, and new.

This was one epic family adventure. One I am okay NEVER repeating again. Well I'll repeat the camping part, just not the vehicle on fire part.

Fathers and Sons

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This last Friday was our wards Fathers and Sons camp-out. As usual the boys were pretty excited for it. Jon is ready to buy a new sleeping bag. He said they froze. I guess Regan didn’t want to sleep in his (his is awesome), and Jon’s just didn’t cut it. Jon told me that Regan didn’t want to change into jammies because it was cold and he didn’t want to get undressed. Regan also didn’t want to sit by the fire, but decided that the fire was okay because it kept him warm.

I asked Regan after giving him a giant hug and kiss when they got back home if he had fun.
“Ya! Just the boys NOT the girls!” He hears the opposite a lot from Kaylee, and was really excited to turn that phrase around on her.
And then a bout a half hour later, “Mom, I peed on the grass!”
Guess that’s all a little man needs from a camp-out. No girls and the freedom to pee anywhere.

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Ward campout

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9/29/12

 This is what the children did while we set up camp. There were many cheerful comments about how awesome/funny it was seeing these two with their own family size bags of chips.
I packed nice warm jammies for the children. Regan’s last potty break ended with pee all over.  Footed zipper jammies are not so easy to tree pee in I guess….  I did not pack spare jammies.  So he wore his one spare long sleeve shirt, underwear, and Jon’s spare soaks. He was toasty warm the few times I checked on him. Jon got the children some AWESOME sleeping bags. They stayed nice and warm.
Josh took his own tent. Didn’t want to sleep with us crazies. 😉 This was our spot. Us right behind Josh. Our tent is MASSIVE and super easy to set up. I LOVE it! 
This is me trying to get Regan to smile for Daddy the next morning.
He laughed instead. He thinks I am hilarious.
Things for me to remember when camping: ALWAYS pack more cloths than you actually need for the kiddos. Next time you go camping at the end of September, REMEMBER that it is the end of September. Take WARMER clothes!  Buy new adult sleeping bags ASAP! I froze. The children were toasty warm in their new bags. I thought about climbing in with them….