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     I remember when I first had oldest child, I was a helicopter mom. The child couldn't sneeze without me running him to the doctor. He had to have the best toys, the cutest outfits, and the most adorable everything. I read books on the best way to burp him, the safest way to potty train, and how not to screw him up too bad. I don't believe I finished that book, come to think of it. I would talk to him endlessly, and he learned at a very early age to roll his eyes at me. I admit, I annoyed myself, I was one of those parents. 


 
 
     It was a rough start making it out the door the day we were leaving to go to West Virginia. Really, really rough. To the point I cried. In the end, it was worth it. Our weekend was amazing. I never in a million years would have thought I would have said that, but I am. We survived camping an entire weekend with three children, and HAD FUN.   

 
 
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     Today, we embark on our first trip of the summer with many more to come. This follows oldest child's birthday party last night, which lasted until midnight. This is well past the husband's and my bedtime. This morning, we were dragging. The brood, they were not. Somehow, youngest child stays up later and he thinks this is his cue to wake up an hour earlier the following morning. So, this morning the husband and I were forced into the day with enthusiasm brought on by three children still on a sugar high from birthday cake and Pepsi the night before.