We were heartbroken this morning to have to back out on an invitation to lunch at our new friends’ house. Dimitri had been very under the weather last night, with a sore throat and general exhaustion, but when baby K threw up in my bed, that was the nail in the coffin. 

So, no church, which would have been stake conference. We did run some needed errands, including finishing up getting aunicas phone fixed! I broke the screen a few weeks ago (pulled the backpack out of the stroller and it flew out onto the sidewalk), and we ordered a screen replacement. It arrived at our friends house, we picked it up and Deon installed. It didn’t work, so we took it to a phone shop and they found the *very* minor disconnect in no time and didn’t even charge us! 

Sang to Aunica over key lime pie and sherbet, then put all the other kids to bed so she and Deon could watch the last hobbit movie.

  
We also moved campgrounds to avoid the sketchy feeling. Unfortunately this ended up out of that frying pan into the fire. There was a half-dressed man hanging out in front of the bathroom with his gutted van, half the junk out behind it. Every time we went by to go the the bathroom or the playground, which he was also frequenting, he would mutter about keeping our kids away from him, etc. It felt very threatening. Another man called him out, told him to get away from the park. I thought this was good, until that same (second) man, who was camping 15 feet from the park, got into a raging argument with 2 women at his campsite. Cussing at his young children, every word in the book at the women, for all the families at the park to hear. Threatening one of the women with bodily injury at the playground itself. We picked up and left, although probably not as quickly as I should have. Called the police from the rv. Don’t know the outcome, but didn’t see either again.