And per our tradition, the rains came down and the flies swarmed 'round.
It was lovely.
No, really. It was. Most of it.
|Our view of the lake the first night there. We had the place to ourselves.|
|Our old bitty jumped in the driver's seat, but we told her she was too old for such a trip.|
One thing we have not become fine-tuned in, is our packing. Holy Hannah -we don't know how to pack lightly for a camping trip. I think that we literally brought everything but the kitchen sink....
|There are 4 children hidden in this van.|
"For crying out loud!" said I with great irritation. "Can't it just NOT rain for one. freakin'. year?!!?!?!"
Confession is good for the soul, so I confess that I was less than excited going into this birthday expedition.
Grumpy, might even be a better term to use.
For one thing, London is not walking yet - and she's super busy, so how in the whole wide world was I going to keep her dry? And remotely clean even?!
So roll with it, we did.
I packed an umbrella stroller, an exersaucer, a swing that we rigged up to a couple of trees, and a backpack - and we basically just rotated between those four things and our tent....
But, long about middle of day two, I just called uncle and let her down. There is at least one area in her life so far where this child is no girly-girl. She does not give one flying flip about being dirty. So, we just let her have at it.
All parties involved were quite happy with our arrangement this year...
Another perk about the location where we like to go camping is that there are real toilets. And showers. It's really kind of like "gourmet camping." I like gourmet camping with babies. It's easier.
Red-neck pinatas, but pinatas, nonetheless....
And food. We like food.
Another perk about scuzzy-ish weather, is that we just sit around the camp fire and cook a lot.
It's glorious, really.
|Dad's fudge. My drug of choice.|
All in all, it was a fabulous weekend.
The kids ran wild and free.
Grampy's and Grammy's came to play.
My brother and wife and their sweet little boys joined us.
The rain was bearable and not torrential.
The boys were loved on and cousins were friends.
How very thoughtful of her...
My name is London and I enjoy pooping my pants, playing in potty water, waking at zero dark thirty, and looking deliciously cute regardless, so that Mama can't possibly get angry. I have it down to a science...