We went camping a few weeks ago for the first time with kids. Carter Lake is just about 10 minutes from our house and they have some nice camping spots.
Jeffrey threw rocks solidly for about an hour and I kept wondering if his arm was going to be really sore.
He kept wading farther and farther in without really noticing, and ended up getting quite wet.
Jeffrey threw rocks solidly for about an hour and I kept wondering if his arm was going to be really sore.
He kept wading farther and farther in without really noticing, and ended up getting quite wet.
Jeffrey loved the tent, he called it the "house." He kept saying he was going to bed and would go in the tent and stay for a long time. He really wanted everyone else to come in and go to sleep too. He started all this around 7:30 but was too excited to fall asleep until after 10:00.
We saw some semi-tame deer, and Jeffrey wanted to go pet them. He got about 10 feet away before they ran away. He was very upset and kept running after them yelling, "Deer! Deer! Come back!" John was a good dad and took him off to find the deer, and they were able to find them and watch them a couple more times.
Sammy the Salamander. We found him at our house and released him at the lake.
We only brought a couple blankets because we were planning on sleeping on our air matress and had brought a little sleeping bag and pad for Jeffrey. Of course we forgot the air matress so we wound up putting both blankets on the ground and sleeping with our coats on. I think we may have been on a cement slab, it felt like one at least. I wanted to use Jeffrey's pad to put under our hips at least, but Jeffrey threw a fit and insisted that it was his.
We made s'mores. Neither kid really ate one, but Jeffrey had quite a bit of chocolate (possibly contributing to his late night), and Arabelle got her hands dirty with the marshmallows.
In the morning we went out on the docks and looked at the ships. Jeffrey really liked talking about "the docks" because this is something they talk about on his Thomas the Train videos.
When it was time to take the tent down, Jeffrey was very, very upset. He wouldn't get out of the tent and kept yelling mournfully, "my house, my house!" He wound up going down with the tent--John took it down on top of him and we had to pull him out. We decided he'd make a good protester.
When it was time to take the tent down, Jeffrey was very, very upset. He wouldn't get out of the tent and kept yelling mournfully, "my house, my house!" He wound up going down with the tent--John took it down on top of him and we had to pull him out. We decided he'd make a good protester.
