We were going to work out all the kinks. We packed the boys special blankets and stuffed animals. We got a fancy tent that had separate rooms so the boys would sleep better- they sleep best when the can't see anyone. We'd- more like I'd- write lists and make sure the packing was organized so we wouldn't have to scramble all over to find things. We'd stay a couple days this time so we could get settled in and used to our surroundings. And, most importantly, we'd camp up the canyon that is 20 minutes away from our house, so that we could just run home if needs be.
Well things didn't work out quite that well. We remembered the boys special blankets and stuffed animals, but we forgot binkies. Of course we were able to grab some since they wouldn't go to sleep anyway- they kept peeking their heads around the room divider- so Craig had to take them for a drive. I packed everything really well and organized, but we didn't have the time I thought we'd have to set up camp, so there we were fumbling around in the dark for things. We stayed just 20 minutes away from home, at a beautiful campground, but we only stayed one night- camping is just too much work to stay one night, but Craig's school schedule interfered with our options to stay longer. I guess it's for the best because the noon heat came on and, even though we were in the mountains, this pregnant woman was on her way to miserable.
It was good that we stayed just 20 minutes from home because we forgot the boys suitcase, and had to run home and get it. And the boys ended up having a cry fest at 3:00 in the morning, and we threw in the towel and drove home. I stayed with the boys, and Craig went back to spend the rest of the night with my nephew.
On the plus side we got some cute pics!
Big H loves the dirt. Oh if you could have only seen the mess he made of himself. Both boys made a mess of themselves. We had to clean them up and change their clothes before we ate because they got so messy.
This is my nephew's trike. The boys love it! We may have to get them one of their own.
This is me after going down to the creek with the boys. They couldn't keep their hands from getting grubby, and they couldn't keep those grubby hands away from mom.
One little boy spilled his Trix on the ground, so two little boys kept trying to eat them. No that is not chocolate all over his face. That is dirt!
Lets get cleaned up and go home. Isn't he so cute?
One time we packed up to go camping. Set up camp, made dinner, and played around. Then it got time to go to bed. I looked and Royd and said "let's just go home." So we did. we didn't even make it into the sleeping bags.
ReplyDeleteOh the joys of camping. Of course, it's the dirt that makes it any fun at all. :)
ReplyDeleteOh so funny! I'm glad we weren't the only ones to have horrid camping experiences. Doing it prego though...you're quite brave. :)
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