Camping Trip

This is going to be our new annual tradition. The dads take the kids camping. And the moms get to spend some time together. Hopefully, each year, they can take an additional kid.

Our friends Matt and Melissa (she's the one that introduced Tom and I) came up on Saturday with their two girls, Abby and Isabella. They loaded up the car and the dads took the girls and Murphy camping.

Murphy packed his own backpack full of essentials...



The kids. Abby, Murphy and Isabella. Last year it was just Murphy and Abby. This year Isabella wanted to go, too.



The dads. This is Matt in front of the house. I mean tent. If you click on the picture you might notice the air mattresses in the tent. Ahhh, this just makes me laugh. This is so NOT how Tom used to camp. In his bachelor days, you know. Just funny.



And here is Tom.



On a bug hunt.



Hello cute little caterpillar.



Hello deer.



Look how close they got.



Nighttime by the campfire. With s'mores. The whole reason they love camping, I'm sure.



Breakfast. Yep, s'mores.





They also had pop tarts for breakfast, too. Murphy told them that brown sugar and cinnamon were - get this - SPICY! Oh, I think my kid might be a bit of a wimp. One day I'll have to tell you the story of Murphy and the microscopic splinter.

So, while they were camping and eating sugar, and lots of it, Melissa and I stayed home with Harlie and Cooper. Unfortunately, both Harlie and Cooper had their annual well checks on Friday. Which means they got vaccinations. So, Cooper wasn't feeling well. He woke up at 2:30am on Saturday with a 103 fever. I don't know what got into our kids but they were all up at various times, sometimes overlapping, from 2:30 to 6am. Luckily, it was a fall back week in my training program, so I only had to run five miles that morning.

Anyway, I was thinking we should go somewhere Saturday afternoon, but I just couldn't bear the thought of packing Harlie's bag and loading them up to go out. I feel like that's all I do - go and go all the time. And with Cooper so fussy, we just decided to take them for a walk and then stay home. Although I did arrange for childcare for the night so Melissa and I could go out to dinner together. Ahhh. That was nice. Of course after just two hours we were practically falling asleep at the restaurant, so we had to go home.

And then Sunday morning was almost an exact repeat of Saturday morning. Cooper awoke at 2:30am and between him and Harlie - I was up till after 4am. Ugh. I'll say this... Harlie might not understand every word - but she CAN hear. She obviously woke up because of Cooper's crying - two nights in a row.

And then Sunday morning we took the kids and met the campers in Charlottesville at the Carter Mountain Orchard for apple picking. More about that in the next post.

Thanks,
Christy