Camping

We had a fun camping trip this weekend. Jacob took us up to Lagunitas campground on the border of the Cruces Basin Wilderness, where it was just beautiful. The kids had a great time roasting mallows. Keiger could definitely win that contest where you stuff a bunch of marshmallows in your mouth. We took a really nice hike through the meadows, and Sage was totally entertained by collecting wildflowers. She sure says some funny things. The other morning, Keiger was throwing a little fuss while I was making breakfast, and Sage said, “Honestly, Keiger! What are you crying about?” Later that night in the tent, she turns to Keiger and says, “Quit your whining!”
On a more sobering note, we had a little accident with one of our chickens while we were camping. We came home to a note on our front door from our neighbor saying that our chickens had gotten out of the yard, and a dog from down the street had eaten one. Sage is dealing with the loss fairly well. I asked her if she was doing ok, and she mumbled, “Yes.” Then I asked her if she needed a hug, and she came right over to snuggle. Then we were munching on pie a bit later and I asked her if she wanted a second bite. At first she said no, but then she said she wanted a second bite to remind her of the second chicken we lost. Poor girl! She has also changed the name of the remaining chicken from Dotey to Chick-Chick, because she “liked that one best.”
The other day, Keiger insisted on wearing this get-up before he would head into the backyard. And last night (I’m laughing as I write this), we were in Sage’s room ready for family prayer when Keiger comes booking down the hallway wearing Sage’s silver sparkle shoes and a shiny black purse draped over his shoulder. I do worry about that kid sometimes.