Camping Trip

Last time we went camping, M was a baby.  We entirely skipped GQ.  This weekend we decided to repent and get going.  Everybody had a great time.

For dinner we had tacos that I made at home.  I didn't feel ready to depend on making the whole "cooking on the fire" thing work.  Remember, I am not used to being the grown-up when it is camping time.  (This may also be why we arrived without a single flashlight... thank goodness for "flashlight apps.")  I also thought I should have brought a tablecloth - especially since a Daddy Longlegs colony had set up shop under the table. 

Luckily our tent is big enough for the pack and play to go camping too.  Since that is all Baby S sleeps in anyway, he felt right at home and slept like a champ.  (We have not yet convinced GQ that he doesn't want to sleep in his crib.)

E quickly set to orchestrating activity story-time for all the kids.  Are we surprised?  They also played tag, follow-the-leader, and house.  Their ultimate, favorite activity was playing in the tent and jumping on the sleeping bags.

We had a hard time finding firewood.  While we searched, E remarked "It's okay, I'm sure I'll have a smore someday."  This was said in an entirely un-okay tone.  Luckily, we found some and we all got to make some smores.  M, of course, did not like them.

I should have remember to take a photo in the morning.  GQ was asleep horizontally on E's pillow and M was all the way down at the bottom sleeping on top of GQ's sleeping bag.

Taking a nap in the morning:

Around camp:

Wahoo!!!