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>The Memorial Day Camping Trip Post

>I couldn’t really put Jack down this weekend because there weren’t that many flat places. (Also, the little girls would swarm, swarm!.) I put down the blanket, put Jack on it, tried to reeeeach for my magazine and in that time he rolled, rolled, rolled, grabbed some pine needles and tried to eat them. This happened twice. And that is when I realized that if there were any flat spots in our campsite that we would have parked the van in one and then we could have spread out and not slept all in the tiny down hill corner.

Wellington Lake in two statements:
1.) Slanted
2.) Grossest bathrooms ever

But we had a good time, the kids loved it, and it sure looks good in the pictures!

Jack and Bean and I hiked to the bottom of the waterfall, while the other, braver moms, with younger dogs took the rest of the kids way up high.

Luke, exploring:

The Sultan gets a diaper change:

Bean stole Luke’s sleeping bag, and then Luke stole mine and so on.

Putting your PJs on over your clothes for the next day is way smarter than putting your PJs on below your clothes, and then wearing them for 2 days, which is what we did. We have so much to learn from the other campers:

Perfect cast:

Fishing:

The only flat spot:

WORMS!

Fishermen:

And (Grandmas, stop reading now) Dave built a jump:

>Fruita

>I jinxed myself the first night by hoping for warm weather. I think it’s safe to say that since I came to my senses, stopped winter camping in the snow, and bought a Eurotrashvan, I have never shivered through such a cold night of camping. Luke did a lot of tossing and turning but every 2 hours or so I said in a loud whisper, “LUKE. If you are too cold, come sleep down here! Do you hear me? Are you too cold?” He never answered. Once, around 5am he said, “Mommy, I’m freeeeeeeeezing.” But Dave told him to get all the way inside his sleeping bag and to pull it up over his head and he’d be warmer. Jack slept the whole night and didn’t even fuss when I checked his head and hands to see how cold they were every half hour or so. Dave also slept really well, and only stirred every 15 minutes or so when I quietly whispered, “Dave! Do you think everyone is too cold? Should we make Luke come down here and snuggle? Or would he roll over on top of Jack? Do you think Luke might be smothered inside his sleeping bag? Dave?”

We did get have some great cuddle time in the morning though.


And Dave refused to get up and “start the long laborious process of making my coffee and breakfast” until he could see someone out the window wearing shorts. I’m not sure the person in shorts ever materialized but Luke and I begged and pleaded and Dave finally got started on breakfast at about 9:30am.


But the best part of the day was when Dave put Jack in the stroller and Luke and I hopped on our bikes and did some serious mountain biking. Luke said, “I love camping because I love to mountain bike.” I was very proud of my little mountain biker.




Two quotes.

Luke: I was climbing the tree and the highest I had gotten was level 5. I was about to go to level 6 when I noticed people were packing. I said, “Are we leaving?” And Daddy said, “yes” and then I started crying because I didn’t want to leave.

Jack (when we got home and he saw his mobile over his bed): Aaaah!

Yes, it was a good time, and it was also nice to get home and sleep in our warm, soft beds.

(Click on any of the pictures to see the whole album in a normal size. You’ll see that it did warm up.)