Huntin' Memories

Having little boys comes with certain rites of passage.  Manly things.  Stinky things.  Lots of poop jokes.  

So Roanin got a bow and arrow for his birthday and has been obsessed with it.  Shooting targets, shooting the wall, shooting us...ahem...needless to say he likes it.  He then got to thinking about other things he could shoot.  He camped out in the yard for hours trying to hunt a squirrel.  It didn't go well...turns out squirrels are quite fast and Roanin's aim is, well, not quite the best yet.  

Enter the man who makes all little boy rites of passage a reality: Dad.  Dad hooked up a turkey hunting trip for the two of them, no Rex and no Mommy, and Roanin was pumped.  Off they went...my baby who is becoming a boy and the man he idolizes.  It was kinda the best.  

This meant one thing on the home front:

Mommy and Rex weekend.  To say this made up for not being quite old enough for the hunting trip would be an understatement.  You see, Rexy loves his mommy.  He gives new meaning to the term "Momma's Boy."  We both kinda felt like we hit the lottery. 

We did a little museum.  And with no big brother to follow or no time constraint of where to be next, Rex reveled in leading me around and doing exactly what a three year old wants to do.

The fun didn't stop once we got home.  We made food together, went for a walk, explored some woods, played pretend and just soaked each other up.

This, of course, was exhausting.  And the icing on the cake was going to sleep together in Mommy's big bed without even changing clothes or washing off our custom makeup.  It was EPIC.

Before bed, we got an update from Man Camp.  Success.

Turns out Daddy was able to deliver not only the experience, but a little souvenir to bring home.  

Love a man that knows how to simultaneously handle a shotgun and a six year old.

Roanin learned how to find the turkey, make a responsible kill, clean the turkey (his favorite part may have been plucking about 100000000 feathers...but that is probably not the most manly detail so we will move on), and use every part of the animal they could.  We have turkey to eat all summer long.  My little man's recollection of the experience was priceless.  What a weekend...memories for all four of us that are sealed in the vault.