Sunday, July 12, 2009
I'm taking the kids camping. Me, by myself. No husband. If you're the kind of mom who does this all the time - feel free to scoff. For me, this is a big deal.
I'm definitely a 'can do' kind of girl. My inner princess is usually repressed so it's not the packing, tent set up, etc that intimidates me.
It's just that when I'm camping I just want to sit by a river or sit by the fire making S'mores. You will see the theme here - sitting. Camping makes me feel lazy.
Camping with a baby is anything but lazy. The six year old is easy. Everything about camping thrills her. She can amuse herself with dirt and sticks for hours. Cooking on the cute little stove, making her camp bed, even getting sun block on is just much more fun if you're in or near a tent.
Baby is a whole different story. Being so close to the ground she has a special relationship with bugs, trash, dropped food - nothing is off limits. You can't gate the forest. So turn my back for 30 secs and she's off.
If baby cries in the night - the whole camp ground hears it and how do you get everyone else to be quiet for nap time?
So, why am I doing it?
Because - snuggling in a tent under the stars, exploring the world without the distraction of toys or TV, eating al fresco and roasting marshmallows by a fire are simply the best times you can have with your kids.
We'll have a S'more for you.