Nothing too big and exciting going on here at the Shaw home, so I thought we would just give a little update on what we have been doing.
Kev just finished his first block of summer semester, Hurray! Physiology is done, and now he's on to Statistics, yuck, but only seven and a half weeks of that one. If it didn't help speed up the process, I would say that summer school of any kind should be outlawed. The summer time is for playing. But Kev's a good sport and does what he needs to and I love him more everyday for the sacrifices he makes for our family.
The boys are great. Besides the occasional, or quite frequent squabbles over toys and who gets the sippy cup first, they get along great. Check out this picture I took when I caught them both in a priceless moment:
Too Stinking Cute! Ty was reading Jordo this book. Did you catch Ty's mouth? I think he's saying 'Wahoo', which is really what that page says. Both boys love books and read them all the time (thanks Rach and Mike for a book that gets well used). There's nothing better than having your kids play happily together and getting along. I hope these two always stay close.
And as for me, the picture above pretty much says what I've been up to. With the weather finally warm we are outside in our little pool A LOT (I'll take some pics and post soon!)and when we aren't we are still usually outside doing something. These boys keep me very busy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
When it got a bit later, we pulled out the marshmallows and tried to cook them. I put one on Ty's roaster stick and he rubbed it back and forth on the firewood. I think he was going for the organic flavor. We decided to try again with my help and once it was ready to eat, he didn't like it. He is a visual eater and didn't liked what he saw. He is used to white marshmallows and he was now seeing black and brown ones. I tried to tell him not to be racist against black ones, but he insisted on only eating white ones. So I roasted my own while he just ate uncooked ones. 
Once it got dark, he saw the other kids with flashlights and he wanted his own. So I got ours out and he with the rest of the kids went on a "bear hunt." Ty had no idea what was going on, but he ran around with the others looking in the wilderness for bears. Once that was over, Ty came and sat on my lap and kept looking at the garbage bag hanging from the tree. He finally said, "Dad what is that? Is it a monkey?" I guess if you had no idea what it was, a black something hanging from a tree can look like a monkey. I think the bear hunt was getting to him. Then he kept looking around to make sure no animal was going to jump out at us.
At about 10:45, he told me that he was tired. We got in the tent and he was almost giddy when getting in his sleeping bag which was a blessing. He snuggled right up and fell dead asleep. It was a chilly night, so I gave him all of the extra blankets. He slept like a rock! I, on the other hand, got a grand total of 2 and a half hours. I was so uncomfortable and it was freezing! I lost feeling of my toes at around 2:30 and when things couldn't get worse, it started to rain. It never stopped raining, and when morning finally came around, I was an ice cube. I opened the tent door to find it snowing! The fire was out and everything was soaking wet. I just grabbed everything and threw it in the car and we drove home. We were home by 7:15am.
(If you can't tell, that is snow and a VERY wet campground)
