So I wasn't sure how into this we were going to get. I still hadn't actually, you know, FOUND the tent in all the crap in the basement. I still hadn't actually, you know ORDERED the anti-mosquito stuff I saw in an expensive catalog. I wasn't planning to, you know SLEEP OUTSIDE WITH A TWO YEAR OLD. Right?
Or was I? Because you know, I was actually looking forward to this.
I used to camp all the time. With a dog. We camped in the cold (okay, so one night we slept in the car with the heater on), in storms (okay one night we slept in the car since I thought the rubber tires would protect us from lightning).
But a toddler?
My toddler whose favorite things are (1) yelling "no", (2) yelling "mine", (3) throwing herself to the floor in a fit, and (4) NOT SLEEPING?
Well, hell, what's the difference between not sleeping inside and not sleeping outside?
So the day of, I located the tent, dragged it out, and waited until she was napping to put it up.
|And I will admit taking a very LONG moment to soak up the atmosphere from this spot right here. Breeze, sun, tent. It really does make everything right with the world.|
Which, if you come by, has to be called a "tunnel", just so you know.
|Oh, I so regret showing her how to zip/unzip the door|
Grandparents and family friends came so she got to show them.
We ate meat, a rare occurence around here.
|Mmmm, cheddarwurst boiled in Honey Nut Brown Ale then grilled.|
|But not before posing/mugging on the sleeping bag.|
Hey, we're doing this in stages, leave me alone :)