This weekend we went camping at a camp ground on Palomar Mountain (about 90 minute drive from San Diego). This was Axel's first camping experience and after a rocky start (including multiple complaints about flies and other bugs etc.) he had a great time.
As usual we had air mattress problems. We ended up having to inflate it old-style (and it still was horrible to sleep on).
I decided to try an old recipe from my youth (I had an illustrious 6-month boy scout career as a 7 year old). "Sno-brød" (literal translation is "twirled bread") is made by twirling dough onto sharpened sticks and then cooked over the camp fire. You can put stuff like hot-dogs or ham and cheese inside. It came out ok but I need to work a little on the execution.
Our friends Christian and Kelly joined us along with their two boys Miles and Ryland. The boys quickly formed a scooter gang.
Our new house sits on a canyon. There is a hawk couple that has settled in the same canyon along with their gang of three baby hawks (btw - a baby hawk is apparently called an eyas - thank you Google). There is always lots of hawk activity near our house. For example, this week papa hawk dive bombed straight into our dining room window while I was eating breakfast. He was a bit wobbly for a couple of minutes afterwards but then took off like nothing had happened. Then this morning one of the baby hawks decided to chill on his belly on the balcony off my office. Apart from giving me the hawk stink eye, he didn't seem to mind me taking his portrait (photo above). Chovy and Axel joined in the fun until Luna decided that enough is enough with this bird stuff and chased him (or her - we have no idea) away.
The other night, our plans with friends were unexpectedly cancelled, so we decided to have a family movie night to entertain ourselves on the Memorial Day holiday. All three of us cozied up to the TV together to watch the Disney movie Brave. . .
As soon as the movie ended, Axel burst into tears and cried repeatedly "I dont like that movie. It was too scary". Karsten and I felt so bad as we comforted him, we had no idea that a movie made for kids could be so traumatic. Then I realized the plot was about a girl accidentally turning her mother into a grizzly bear whom her father tried to kill - and nearly succeeded. I suppose that could be stressful if you hadn't developed the adult ability to suspend reality. Uh, so yeah, we learned our lesson.