Isaac is a big fan of Civil War history--we live in a perfect place, just down the road from the very first battlefield. Daman brought back a souvenir blanket from an airplane once and it was blue and gray. It was immediately christened the "Civil War" blanket and revered accordingly. Isaac simply loves stories--he will listen to them endlessly--and demand them repeatedly. If teachers can figure out a way to use stories to teach every subject, I am sure school will be no problem at all. Pictured here is our family at the Virginia monument at Gettysburg. We took a wonderful camping trip at our beloved Potomac Appalachian Trail cabin and then we went to see the battlefield. This monument overlooks the field where Pickett led 12,000 men on a doomed march against the Union line. They simply marched into death, returning with only 7,000 men. Lee was haunted forever by the loss. It was really chilling to be there. I'd like to say that it was a reverent moment for our little ones, but Isaac was mostly whining to go apple picking and Lucy was grumpy from rolling out of the cabin bunk bed twice during the night. Not that she should have complained--she landed on a nice, cushy Daman.And here we are at the cabin. It was absolutely beautiful. We discovered the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club right after Lucy was born. They have a bunch of cabins all along the AT that you can rent for super cheap and they are stocked with tools and wood. We went to one when Lucy was about three weeks old (I can see you shaking your head, I know it was kind of crazy, but we made it). This cabin was a shorter hike in and oh so cozy. It was up a rocky hill from a stream with a footbridge. 
Lucy had several close calls on the rocks and Isaac had one serious fall. I wish we had a picture of that bump (Daman wishes he had a picture of my face). He fell of the footbridge and caught a rock square on the noggin. It swelled immediately and it took all my self control not to gasp with horror every time I looked at it and saw it continuing to grow. Isaac loves telling people how there was a "golfball under his skin." But, he survived and with the help of a lovely compost toilet, so did Morgen. Being six months pregnant has its challenges, you know.
Lucy had several close calls on the rocks and Isaac had one serious fall. I wish we had a picture of that bump (Daman wishes he had a picture of my face). He fell of the footbridge and caught a rock square on the noggin. It swelled immediately and it took all my self control not to gasp with horror every time I looked at it and saw it continuing to grow. Isaac loves telling people how there was a "golfball under his skin." But, he survived and with the help of a lovely compost toilet, so did Morgen. Being six months pregnant has its challenges, you know.
Isaac feeling like a real man - working his tail off to maim that log. i think he may have dented his way through the outer layer of bark eventually. He was just warming it up for me(this is Daman now - look at me, i'm a blogger! - go easy on me, i've never done this before).
Me - also feeling like a real man (as if fathering 2.5 strapping young bucks wasn't enough). there's just something about hitting a log with all your might and seeing the chips fly and hearing that echo through the woods. really puts life into focus, y'know? so does cutting down really big trees and feeling your teeth rattle when they hit the ground.
Me - also feeling like a real man (as if fathering 2.5 strapping young bucks wasn't enough). there's just something about hitting a log with all your might and seeing the chips fly and hearing that echo through the woods. really puts life into focus, y'know? so does cutting down really big trees and feeling your teeth rattle when they hit the ground.
My women. Not counting her trip into the woods at three weeks old, this is Lucy's first real camping trip. Morgen LOVES being out in the woods - anything that makes her feel closer to her pioneering sistas. I wasn't sure what to expect from Goose. She had a blast, however. had to keep a close eye on the runt - every time we turned around she was back to the straight up ladder to the loft that we had just told her to stay off of with our really stern voices.
It was completely dark in the cabin, so there was no way of knowing what they were doing, we just heard their rustling and giggling into the wee hours. above them is a 2 ft high opening for the top bunk where mo slept. i slept on the ground to get up to stoke the fire, keep kids alive, keep my gas to myself, etc... getting mo up there was quite a feat (luckily she didn't need to get up to go to the bathroom)
Lucretia in a rocking chair trying to kill herself - and loving every minute of it.
Dinner, or at least the dinner table. we had some rockin tinfoil dinners. chicken breasts wrapped in tons of bacon with onions, carrots, potatoes, peppers, and mucho good spices. soooo good. amazing. wow.
Isaac, taking a break from living his dream of being a Chickasaw Injun brave for a quick photo op. no, not related to the camp trip at all. a good picture nonetheless.
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