Male bonding part II: Camping

»  mark    21 Sep 2008 @ 15:54    

After an exciting morning at the mine, we decided to end the day properly by camping in the backyard. You couldn’t have detected that Elijah was the least bit disappointed by the location the way he ran around our “campsite.” Somehow, miraculously, we got the tent set up, a feat that merited a round of applause from Elijah. Rightly so. I’m pretty sure the instructions (if we still had them) would agree that this two-man job requires that both individuals be older than two.

Then we cooked (burnt) some meat over a campfire (charcoal barbecue), and sat around the coals soaking up smoke while we ate in the dark and looked at the stars. Terrible camp cooking doesn’t taste so bad when you can’t see how bad it looks. Thank goodness for ketchup.

To make the experience totally authentic, I gave Elijah our only emergency flashlight so he could run the batteries out and then we crawled under the blankets without brushing our teeth. Ahhh… there is something totally therapeutic about living like a grub.

Male bonding part I: Trucks and diggers

»  mark    21 Sep 2008 @ 14:53    

A few months ago, Olya thought it would be a great idea to go visit a friend of hers in Chicago. Her friend has a daughter a little older than Maya, so we thought Maya would enjoy tagging along. Unfortunately, we happened to mention the idea to Maya after purchasing the airline tickets and she has been pacing back and forth for the past month asking if it was time to fly yet.

But Thursday, the day finally arrived. Elijah and I took the girls to the airport and sent them off without a hitch. Since I couldn’t take 5 days off work, I decided to stay with Elijah Thursday and Friday and then take him to Grandma’s house for the remaining few days. But what to do with him here?

Kipper all day? Nah. I decided we’d try to do things he would enjoy that are hard to do with the baby around. Elijah loves diggers and trucks, so we couldn’t go wrong by visiting the largest man-made excavation in the world, right? Friday morning, we jumped in the car and drove out with our retired neighbor, Bob to the Kennicott Copper Mine in Bingham Canyon. Although it is less than 45 minutes away, I had never been there, and Bob hadn’t visited since his kids were Elijah’s age.

This enormous open-pit copper mine lived up to its billing. Diggers galore.

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