when i started this post, we were at the halfway mark of our stay at medina lake rv resort. (when i imported the photos, they were completely out of order, so i got frustrated and quit and turned the computer over for several viewings of moana and about 50 how to draw youtube videos).
a few days earlier (at the walmart in columbus), i used my expert blind bag feeling skills to secure a complete set (with no duplicates) of all the lego batman minifigures, but now that i’ve seen the movie, they have a bit more meaning.
the new campground is on a lake. the actual lakefront sites only have water and electric, so we took a site in a section further back so we could have sewer hookups, stacked in with the other giant rvs, with no delightful view.
so. after a couple of days at our boring spot, we decided that we could sacrifice sewer hookups for a lakefront site. i mean, taking a shower at the bathhouse and paying $20 every 5 days for the honey wagon service is worth this view, right?
in the last campground and at this one, there is a requirement that campfires be off the ground. we debated a fire pit at the last campground, but never got around to it. but knowing that three weeks here and one at the next spot required a fire pit, we finally decided to drop $30 on the cheapest one we could find at walmart. i would say it was worth it.
ok. enough about our amazing view. back to regular life inside the jamboree.
last sunday, daytona 500 sunday, we went to see my cousin keving, who lives near san antonio. we used to see him and his fam growing up, but outside of my uncle ray’s funeral a few years back, it’s been a long while. hazel is a fan.
wait. before we left. kevin told us a tale of a rattlesnake encounter. but best of all. the headless rattlesnake (from almost two years ago) is still in their freezer. he’s saving it for his older son to make a hat band out of. he’s so texas.
lastly, two pictures of sad/crying hazel. i’m not sure what has happened, but she’s really upped the crying lately. everything is drama. so now, i have three dramatic kids. so fun. in fact. during the typing of this post, both girls have thrown complete cry parties and isaac had a lego induced meltdown.
and that’s the tale of our first week and a half-ish at this campground.
riveting, i know.