So, as crazy as this might be, the Hubs and I have decided we are finally taking the boys camping. I think they are old enough to enjoy themselves outside all day, sleep thru the night, and in strange places. We haven't had the best results with Bugger sleeping in a Pack N Play ever, so finally when he is in a big boy bed and stays in it when he knows it is bed time, it's time right? Boogah has found a new love of fishing, since last summer, and they know at least to stay back from a fire pit. So, it's time, right?
I have fond memories of camping with my extended family when I was young. Summers spent in a lake, bathing in sun, sleeping in hammocks, toasting marshmallows the way my Grandpa patiently taught me. My grandparents had a camper that we took advantage of. I bunked with my older brother on the loft. The actual beds taken up by adults. Tents and campers strung all together, and my favorite was waking up early with Grandpa sitting at the picnic table waiting for the world to wake up around me. Bird chirping, and the quiet of the world makes you love the outdoors. Also.. it makes mosquitoes a tiny bit more tolerable in the evening.
The Hubs has always told me of his memories of camping with his family. It makes time before we are "ready" to go tick by so slowly. I want to create awesome memories with my awesome boys. Staring at bugs, painting rocks, hiking somewhere beautiful. Getting away from t.v. and video games. Altho, finding a projector for a movie night under the stars would be pretty fun in my book. We will see, obviously with my high hopes, this won't be a one time thing.
No comments:
Post a Comment