When I was told that our family was going camping I was underjoyed, which I'm now being informed is not a real word. But naturally it means the opposite of overjoyed.
Camping!?
What does one even take camping? DO camping? It's been so, so long since I've been, and I certainly did not have four small children with me at the time. Then I remembered how much I love to organize, so I started packing four tidy little stacks of clothing to prepare for every possible camping scenario, all of which I ended up needing by the way.
We also brought the taco truck with us so we'd have a kitchen to use. We are so outdoorsy.
So off we went, camping for three days. And I gotta say, I was wrong. (That happens on rare occasions.) I LOVED it! No, really!
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| Setting up camp |
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| Headed fishing |
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I'm not cut out for fishing AT ALL. But the girls loved it.
Also, this panoramic feature makes my chicken legs look extra chicken-y. |
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The girls reeled in these babies. Yuck.
And yum at the same time. |
So much free time. Did I forget to mention one of my favorite things about camping?
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"No Service" :)
Music to my ears. |
We didn't seem to have any trouble staying entertained.
We channeled our inner-hippie.
We shoved hotdogs in our sister's face.
We attempted to eat our hat.
We made bouquets for Mom.
We chatted with our cousins.
And we ate.
And ate.
Aaaand ate. (My other favorite thing about camping.)
This little guy was my constant companion. Sleeping buddy, hiking buddy, fishing buddy. No complaints here.
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| Dirty fingernails. Roughin' it! |
One member of our family felt maybe a little too comfortable in the great outdoors.
By the third day, Fiona looked like a hobo after a food fight, and at some point pants became optional.
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| Cuh-LASSY |
I asked her about her favorite part of camping. Why was I not shocked when she answered, "Going potty outside." She refused to use the porta potty. Wise beyond her years, that one.
Camping Stats:
• Bug Bites: 4ish (not bad, eh?)
• Thunder Storms: 1, extreme (Ava feared for our lives. Our mortality may have briefly crossed my mind as well.)
• Slips, Trips, and Falls: 3,417--give or take (Fiona took the brunt of them, but Carlos and I were not excluded in my completely accurate count. Carlos thought he was young enough to go up a mountain trail; Coming back doooown...not so fun.)
• Fish Caught: 11 (Shout out to Tio Beto.)
• Sunburns: 1, minor (Yours truly. Curse my pale skin!)
• Heat Rashes: 1 (My poor camping buddy)
• S'mores Consumed: S'more than necessary (ba-dum-chhh)
• Tent Malfunctions: 1
• Bugs Ran From/Swatted at/Pleaded with: Are numbers really that important? (I'm a wimp. There, I said it.)
• Wildlife Spotted: 6 (2 deer, 1 lizard, and 3 wild turkeys-huh?) Plus lots of birds and ducks-- My OCD insisted that I mention them.
• Showers Taken: 0 (yup!)
I think I sort of love camping. So much, in fact, that when we got home I seriously considered setting up a tent in the backyard to extend the fun for one more night. Then laziness set in. Never mind.
I also came home with a valuable lesson learned. Always keep the chocolate-covered raisins in the cooler. Boo hoo!
.JPG)
