Camping

This weekend we went camping with Jack for the first time. Our church had a campout planned and I got work off so when we found out that it was supposed to rain the entire weekend, we didn't let it stop us! I imagined our first campout with our little family to be perfect - we would make a fire and roast hot dogs and eat s'mores and snuggle up in a tent and Jack would be a little angel. Instead, Spencer and I switched off chasing Jack in the pouring rain while the other shivered under the ramada, we killed over an hour in the steamy truck while we waited out the storm, we microwaved our hot dogs in the kitchen because it was too wet to build a fire, Jack spent the majority of his evening playing in a mud pit, and we slept in a cabin. (I was really bummed that it was too rainy to set up our tent until Spencer told me that the cabins looked like the barracks from LOST. Then I was totally game!)



 
 
 
 
Jack was up by 5 the next morning and luckily it wasn't raining anymore! We went on a hike, enjoyed a pancake breakfast, and switched off chasing Jack and talking to friends. Since we had already been up for almost five hours, we hit the road by 9:30 am. Jack had the time of his life and we survived camping in the rain with an 18-month-old (if you can even call it camping) so we'll call it a success!