The Weekend and 36 Weeks

This weekend was the father and son's camp out. I remember last year when this came around I was so nervous to let Cole take our 1 year old out to the camping grounds. I, of course, jump to the worst conclusion and was nervous something would happen that would leave me without both of my boys. But this year, I was more than happy to let them go and have a little "me" time. Funny how you change over a year. Anyway, Cade was so excited to go camping with daddy (They did not stay the night either year). He talked about it all day long and when we picked up Cole from school, Cade could hardly contain himself. He repeated the phrase, "Cade go camping with daddy," at least 20 times while we were getting all their stuff ready to go. Cole said he had a blast. Between running back and forth across the campsite, going on a walk, finding sticks, playing with rocks, and watching the fires, he was more than content. I was so proud of Cole for taking some pictures with both of them in them.

 Pregnancy update:
Here is the 36 week tummy shot

Things are going ok. Physically things are rough but that is expected at 8 months. I will find out this week if I have dilated any. Four weeks to go if I make it all the way to 40 weeks which I am not expecting too. I was very ready with Cade at 39 weeks when I asked to be induced and everything went fine. I have not decided yet if I am going to let myself get miserable enough to ask again or just go on my own. The whole water breaking thing really freaks me out so it is tempting to avoid that again. But she has been measuring on the smaller side the whole pregnancy so maybe I should just let her come when she thinks it is a good idea-we'll see.

And funny story for today that I would like recorded somewhere.
 Cole gave a talk in church today. Cade and I were sitting in the very back row on some chairs. Cade starts crawling away from me repeating the phrase, "Cade see daddy." I had talked about how we could see daddy when he was giving his talk but I was confused why he was saying this because, since he was on the ground in the back, there was no way he could actually see Cole. He continued saying this while he slowly crawled to the end of the row and would occasionally look back at me. Then it dawned on me. He was not telling me what he saw, he was telling me what he was going to do. I knew, from past experience with Cade, that if I got up and went after him he would think this was a fun chase and would book it down the aisle towards Cole. So I calmly stayed in my seat and motioned to Cade very firmly that he needed to come back. Right now. All the while he is still slowly standing up. I knew at this point I at least need to be close behind him if he runs. So I stand up. And off he goes. Running fast, down the aisle, towards daddy. He gives him a big hug around the knees and yells, "Daddy!" all while Cole is giving his sacrament talk. Then here I come, waddling awkwardly down the aisle, heave Cade up and haul him out to the lobby where we had a nice chat. Everyone, but me, thought it was quite amusing.

Hope everyone had a fabulous Mother's Day!!