Father's Day 2013

Happy Father's Day

And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates. Deuteronomy 6:6-9 ESV

I must say that the Colonel's Father's Day was filled with activities that only happen to the Dew Crew.  Let me give you a hint:

Have you ever seen any of the movies with the Griswold's in it?  If so, then keep reading because the Dew family (which includes the Colonel's sister, brother and niece) all have had experiences much like the Griswolds.  However, before I share the Griswold part of our day, let me just start from the beginning and share the normal with the abnormal.

Our day started with a wonderful service at Shandon Baptist.  Every Sunday I think to myself that
Dr. Lincoln's sermons can not get any better, but he proves me wrong.  I LOVE the fact that he preaches God's word in truth and doesn't worry about being politically correct.  There is too much political correctness in the world today.  We need more of God's correctness!!

 

 

After church, we headed to lunch.  The Colonel wanted Cracker Barrel, but it was so crowded.  He decided to head to Fazoli's.  (Griswold Part I)

 

 

 I guess it is going to be a while before I get normal pictures with the Roosters.  They are all about being silly and goofy in any picture I take. 

 

 

After lunch, the Colonel said he wanted to go to Camping World and look at travel trailers.  Huh?  Where did that come from?  He knows how I feel about camping.  However, it was Father's Day and I was game to do whatever he wanted on "his" day.  So, across town we headed.  (Are you ready for the Griswold story?)

 

 

This is camping world where we went "just to look" at travel trailers.  Trailers that had no AC on a day where the temperature was around 86 degrees. 

 

This is a picture of the Colonel with the big Rooster in front of the motor home that the big Rooster along with the two little Roosters got LOCKED INTO!!  (Here is our Griswold story for the day!)  Yes, the Colonel and I followed the sales associate over to a travel trailer b/c we realized that the motor homes would not accommodate our crowd.  (Please keep in mind we were JUST LOOKING)  Blake was waiting on the little Roosters to finish looking at the coach and was then headed our way.  However, while we were inside another trailer, Nick somehow LOCKED them inside the motor home.  Locked as in PUT ON THE DEADBOLT.  Blake tried to call us but neither of us had our phones with us.  Oops.  I happened to walk out the trailer we were in and heard, "MOM!  MOM!  OVER HERE!  WE ARE LOCKED INSIDE THIS OVEN!"  There is my big Rooster hanging out the back of the window yelling at me.   I run and get the sales man that is helping us and he has to run back to the office to get the key.  He returns with the key and IT DOES NOT WORK!  He realized the deadbolt is on and for some reason it was not unlocking from the inside.  I still don't know why Blake was unable to open it. (????)  Blake and the twins ended up having to crawl out the back of the window and climb down the ladder in order to get out the motor home.  The twins refused to stand next to the coach to take their picture for my story.  They were both like, "No, way!  That's a Killer Coach!  You get in that thing and it won't let you out!!"  I asked the gentleman helping us how many times has anyone gotten locked into one of their trailers.  He said, "Mrs. Dew, I've been selling trailers here for a long time and this is the first time anyone has ever managed to lock themselves inside a motor home!" 

GRISWOLDS!!  I kid you not.  The entire Dew clan has Griswold luck.  It is uncanny the things that happen to us and the extended Dew family.

 

And, this is what the Colonel bought for his Father's Day gift...

 

Yep, our "just looking" turned into "just buying a small travel trailer".  (We still have three days to change our minds.)  The pictures below are the Roosters with the Colonel on the inside of it after he bought the thing.

 

 

The back of the camper has a "kid area."  It has two beds, a sleeper sofa and a TV area.

 

This is the other side with the other bed and TV area and small wardrobe beside it.

 

Can you tell what the Roosters are going to be doing?  Yep, climbing and jumping and rocking the house--literally.  Lord, help this Griswold mother.

 

This is the "big" bed (hahahahaha) on the other end of the trailer.  There is a TV on the wall in front of the bed.  TV?  Really?  Who needs to "watch" a comedy when I live one daily with these boys!?!

 

 

This is the living/dining area.  The dining area turns into a bed.  How?  I have no clue.  I guess if you sleep rolled in a ball.  The sofa is supposed to be another bed for a child I guess.  It pulls out but either way it is tiny.

 

This is the kitchen area.  I kept asking where the dish washer was.  Mr. Hawkins kept laughing at my question.  I was serious.  See those cabinets?  I can assure you they will be filled with paper produces of every kind made at WalMart.  There is also an outdoor kitchen area which is really neat.  It has a small fridge, sink and stove.  There is even a cable hook-up in that area to watch TV outside.  I guess if the guys in my house are getting into camping then this is better than a tent. 

 

I just am really concerned about my lack of organization skills.  I think camping requires one to be super organized.  I don't even know what one needs to stay in one of these things for a day let alone a week!  I am just thankful that the Colonel has been in the military for 24 years and is an "expert" camper (so to speak).  He can pack two weeks worth of supplies, including clothing, into a rucksack.  Surely he can instruct me how to pack this thing.  I just can not express to you how much of a NON nature gal I am.  I love God's creation, but I am just not one of those women that can "rough it."  I'm not high maintenance (although the Colonel would beg to differ) by any means either, but I am just not a nature gal either.  I'm a walk on the beach, take a hike in the woods, picnic in the park but enter a sturdy shelter that has a HOT shower, fluffy towels and a soft bed with AC and heat.  However, I am also the mother of three boys and when in Rome...well, you know the rest of that old adage.  :)

 

Here is a few photos of where we plan to induct ourselves into the world of RV camping.  The boys are beyond excited.

 

 

I love the beach.  I am convinced I was once a mermaid.  HA!  This looks like it could get awfully hot, doesn't it? 

 

This is what got the boys super excited.  I look at this and see myself chasing Roosters all around that pool.  With my roosters, there is nothing "lazy" about a lazy river.  I usually end up walking the river with one Rooster on one float another in another float and me in the middle holding on to both floats walking around, and around, and around, and around, etc.