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| 06.13.06 (8:33 am) [edit] |
We actually had a lot of fun out there. There were quite a few people, and we came away with some pretty awesome stories. Like, QK and his burger/fire/beer antics...or KT trying to ride my bike and hitting the ditch. That was just before MK wanted to try it and ended up flat on his back with the bike sticking straight up on end. He was actually kinda still sitting on it. It was hilarious.
The weather sucked, but we remained relatively dry under the little refugee camp that we had resurrected in one of the sites. We cooked...and ate. And ate. And ate some more. I have affectionately named this trip...the weekend of eat.
So, fun was had by ever single soggy one of us. It was nice to get home though.
On a sadder note, LG's little hamster, Mitzie Gainer died while we were away. She was such a cute little rodent. I found her last night after LG had gone to bed. So I put her in a little box and stuck her in the fridge. I cleaned up her cage and put it away.
When LG got up, she immediately noticed that Mitzie's cage was missing and asked where she went. So I told her. I thought she would be a little more emotional than that, but she just kinda shrugged and asked if she could have another one.
I don't know if we should have a little funeral for her or if I should just bury her or put her in the trash bin outside(that's what my mom always did). I don't want to traumatize her, but I also want her to realize that life is precious and that it isn't a trivial thing when one is lost. I also want her to realize that death is an inevitable part of life, and that it needs to be dealt with.
Hmmm....this parenting thing is challenging sometimes. You never really know what you're doing to your kids by either protecting them or exposing them to things like this. It's a tough call.
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