To Show Low we will go....

You'd think that with me having the whole summer off of work I'd be able to keep up with this blogging thing. Adrian and I started our summer off by going "camping" with my parents in Show Low. I put camping in quotation marks because I don't consider being in a RV parked behind the ELKS club really camping. I would rather be parked down by the river, but I was still able to enjoy the cool weather and wonderful smell of pine trees.

In preparation for the trip Adrian helped my dad wash the RV, more specifically the TOP of the RV. My mom and I walked out to find this:

A little nervous shock ran through my body when I saw him up there, but I trust my dad and figured he would be ok. The next part had me a little bit nervous too though. We told them it was time to get down and of course he insisted that he ride on my dad's shoulders. At least they came down rather slowly.

Once they were safely back on the ground they both gave us their "Cheese!" faces...too cute!!

The relaxation began as soon as we arrived in Show Low. My grandparents were also up there because my Papa had been invited to play his guitar at the ELKS club during lunchtime for 3 weeks. My Papa set up the hammock that I actually used when I was Adrian's age. So Adrian and Papa jumped right in...

Adrian loved to walk around the park kicking over stumps and finding rocks. One day I found an inch worm on my arm, so Adrian began playing with him. He was gentle for a while but I think he eventually squished him.

The trip did have a little bump in the road about 3 days in though. On Thursday morning I woke up to my mom standing over me at 4:30am telling me that she was taking my dad to the emergency room. He was in so much pain he didn't know what to do with himself. His side really hurt. So off they went and around 6:30 my mom called to tell me they found out he had a kidney stone. Ouch! So, the rest of the trip was sort of a bummer because he didn't feel well enough to do much and Adrian couldn't understand that. So my mom and I took turns trying to entertain him as well as Papa does, but I know we just weren't as good.

Now my dad and Jon-Paul have something in common that they can talk about since Jon-Paul had his first kidney stone in high school. I guess they can compare their pain.