A Camping We Will Go…

Last year, with our daughter being born mid-July, we took the summer off from camping, but were eager to give it a go again this year.  Fortunately, vs. booking a site at the state park, we decided to start small and let our son enjoy a night “sleeping in the big yellow tent with Daddy” in our back yard as a reward for potty-training.  The stage was gorgeously set.  Campfire, hot dogs, smores, flashlights, sleeping bags, Bob the Builder backpack of toy tools for an “emergency”… My husband and I chilled around the fire, rocking our cocky we-so-have-this-camping-thing-down parent attitude as our son had a blast running around the yard chasing fireflies.  Truly an awesome evening.  And then…it was time for bed.  I kissed my guys night-night and went inside.  Within seconds, I heard high-pitched someone-is-torturing-me squeals coming from out back.  As it turns out, my son was very into sleeping out in the tent, except for the part where you actually sleep in the tent.  Apparently, this is not what he was looking for in a camping trip.

The next morning, after a night with everyone soundly sleeping in their beds indoors, I asked my son if he had fun camping the night before.  A resounding “Yeah!” was the answer.  I asked him what part was his favorite and he emphatically declared, “Graham crackers!”  Of course…


We will try again??


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