Last weekend was the camp-out. I think that it went better overall than the one last year. I didn't feel as stressed. Might have helped that I didn't have any appointments scheduled and that the days, as a whole, were not us trying to get things done. Amy's brother, Anthony, was not able to get time off to come down for the camping. Hopefully he'll make it next year. My dad only stayed on Friday night and left Saturday. We'll see what happens next year with Joan added to the mix. At this point, I rather have my doubts that Dad will make it at all.

Only one thing pissed me off. The airport was hosting a program that Sat. to give kids airplane rides. Last year, Dad went up with Cole (who wanted an adult with him) and had been talking with Cole about going up with him again this year. Problem was that the weather did not cooperate. The event started an hour late, at 10 instead of 9. There were a lot more kids there this year. Since they were running behind, when Dad asked if he could go up with Cole, he was (rather rudely) told no. Cole then started went out to the plane with Accalia and two other kids, did the walk-around the plane. When it came time to get in, Cole started crying because he thought Grandpa Nelson would be going up with him. The pilot walked Cole back to us. As he left, the pilot told Cole that he'd take him and his Grandpa up a bit later. This was around 10:45 - 11:00 AM. Dad, who had planned to leave to go to Joan's once he got done with the plane ride, announced that he was not going to be able to wait and had to leave. So Cole, who was already sad, gets crushed. Cole starts talking about how he should have gone up with Accalia. Cole indicated then that he wanted to go up with me, then his Grandpa Greve. The pilot returned and took a different group of kids up, telling Cole (again) that he'd take Cole and his Grandpa up later. Cole finally decided that he would rather go back to the campground after we told him we'd try to find another airport in the region hosting the event at a later date.

I am SO pissed that Dad bailed on his grandson like that. I can understand his desire to get to Joan's, as she was having a family reunion that afternoon. Dad could have been late for that if he'd chosen to be. The camp-out had been planned since the first part of November. I believe it was late Nov. or early Dec. when Dad got back together with Joan. I can take Dad bailing on the camp-out, I really can. He let his grandson down and didn't seem to see that as a problem.

Oh, we've decided to try to find out when the event will be at the airport next year and will do everything in our power to ensure the camping weekend does not coincide. If they do happen to fall on the same weekend, we'll not take the kids in to participate.