Last Friday I did something I've been wanting to do, but dreading to do....camping. I love camping, but the idea of going with 3 kids, one of which is not yet 18 months, has quite frankly been haunting me. Knowing I won't get much sleep, if any, being cold, worrying about Levi around a campfire, the endless packing for just an overnight campout, etc. But I did it! and I'm glad to say that it was fun despite the inevitable. We didn't sleep much, Levi was infatuated with the fire, we packed what seemed like our entire house, we woke up to a partially inflated air mattress, had neighbors that talked to the wee hours of the morning, but the kids had a great time and so did I-no really, I did. I will do it again, although, it might not be until next year since winter is quickly approaching. We hiked, threw rocks at the river, built a fire, roasted marshmallows, got dirty, and hung out. We went with our friends, the Schanz's. The kids really were in seventh heaven. They picked berries and mushrooms, both probably poisonous, for hooouuurrss. 1st family campout: check. Success!
Proof that we were there and proof that I'm "butch" when camping.
Someone is excited
It was nice sleeping next to the sound of this river.
Gooey and sticky marshmallows. Seriously, I can't believe I didn't think that marshmallows would get all over Jordyn's hands like this. They only wanted the marshmallow and not the chocolate and cracker to go with it. Silly girls.
6 years ago