We went camping last weekend. Haha. No. We didn't go camping. I used to pretend to like to camp.Growing up, we went on a family camping trip when everyone was a bit older. It was a days hike to the camp site and my siblings, who are much more fond of camping, planned the trip. Halfway to the campsite, my dad offered with great enthusiasm and much persuasion, to take us all to a hotel, snuggle down with some take-out to watch a movie in our room.
Boy, that sounded appealing to me, but I tried to convince myself that I enjoyed camping. There was a chorus of Daaaaaaad! from the camp loving kids, and he shrugged, as if to say he did his best. Maybe that's why we get along so well.
We grabbed the girls, the boy and joined the church camp out the morning after they spent the night in sleeping bags, in time for pancakes and lessons in compass usage and fire building skills.
I'm not sure how wise it was to teach the fire part to a bunch of 5 year-olds, but they were attentive and attempted to assist.
I adore these girls who sweep my girls off their feet
I wanted to shower before we left to go down, but Ryan convinced me that we should get going. I can't believe you were going to shower before we go to a campsite. I looked at him with raised brows, really?
Clover's camping clothes--she wasn't into the compass instructionWe both had a good laugh about it and he commented that he doesn't like to camp. I know, I said, why do you think we've never gone in our 11 years of marriage, hon? Right. We are so perfect for each other. It was just enough dirt mixed with smoke scented tresses.
The girls, however, thought it was sublime and now pine to go real camping.
Perhaps we can use it as an incentive for something?
Sure. When everyone sleeps through the night, is out of diapers, brushes their teeth without a fight, doesn't scream at the tiniest of bugs, will set up a tent without help, cook and clean up afterwards, and then hoses off and organizes all the equipment when we get home.
Yeah, it might be a while.
We got home and I baked Pearl's birthday cake. Can't do that camping.
Are you a camper? If we're talking shoes, I'm all for it, otherwise, I really like my showers.
ps how genius is it to dust cake pans for chocolate batter with cocoa instead of flour?!