Monday, May 14, 2012

The Real Campout

The last time I went camping, I told MK she couldn't bring an air mattress. Then I had to eat crow when I saw that 7 of our 6 camping neighbors had air mattresses in their tents. 

Since I'm still reeling from that mistake, I fully expected to botch at least one thing on this camping trip. But that's actually why I wanted to go now. I figure I'll spend the first few years making every mistake possible, but then, by the time Rex will have any memories, I'll be a pro.

This years mistake: I forgot my sleeping bag.  Thankfully my friend Dan had a spare, otherwise our trip would have ended with my being rushed to the hospital around 2am with hypothermia.

Instead, Rex and I had a great time.

Rex has always loved being outdoors. And he especially loved the commotion of camping. Anytime boys ran by carrying sticks, he would call out after them. He loved playing with his flashlight - which he figured how to turn on & off - until he hit me in the face and I had to confiscate it. He loved his dinner - which consisted of fruits snacks, garlic bread, Cheez-its, strawberry lemonade, & 4 scoops ice cream. He spit out the tri-tip I tried to feed him, and it was so good I happily ate his portions, too. When I put him in his crib, ~90 minutes after his normal bed time, he didn't protest. I guess even our 1 year-old knows when to not press his luck.

We apparently had so much fun, Rex needed an afternoon to recuperate.

I think Mom needed it, too.


Lisa said...

I bet Rex wants to go camping with dad every weekend. Who wouldn't when it means Cheez-its and ice cream for dinner, plus a late bed time? You guys know how to party.

Flem said...

I discovered the need for an air mattress this weekend too. And a hammer. And a lantern. And water. I know most people know about these things, but my kids are old enough to remember. Fortunately we were in a group so there were enough things to spare for my kids not to feel the pain of ignorance.

Nothing like a little nature to humble man.