Over the weekend, Mr. Nielson, Ollie, and Gigs went on the deer hunt,
but I should clarify when I say "deer hunt,"
I really mean "dear camp."
You know Mr. Nielson isn't much of a hunter,
but we value the deer hunt tradition as it has been apart
of the Clark family for years.
It's fun for the boys to be with their
cousins, uncles, and, of course, Grandpa.
The girls and I dropped the boys off Thursday afternoon and hiked
with them a little of the way to their camp spot.
I had Lottie on my back, and I'll
admit, I was dying. She was super heavy and wiggly.
But I was sure grateful for my healthy, capable body that pushed on.
The day couldn't have been more beautiful, crisp, and colorful.
On the trail home, Claire asked me about what I was like
in high school. I was pretty nerdy, but I also had the nickname
"homebody" because I really just wanted to spend my time at home
with my siblings and parents.
I wasn't very social; it reminds me a little of Claire.
While the boys were gone, I introduced "Poldark"
to the girls- who immediately fell in love.
We stayed up late watching all of season one (hours and hours worth)
and I let them fall asleep on the couch; then, in the morning,
we caught up on season two. Good, good times with my girls!
While Christian and I slept apart, Lottie dominated my bed,
and I thought about who had it worse, me or Mr. Nielson.
I knew Mr. Nielson was in the mountains, probably
sleeping in a tent with about five other stinky boy bodies.
It was probably windy and freezing.
He definitely had it worse, plus who am I kidding--
Lottie dominates my bed like this every night.
