Camping is Fun

After our restful night away from the children, we decided to pack up the play yard, tent, foam mattresses, sleeping bags, many changes of clothing, and every other belonging we've ever owned into our car for an overnight camping trip with the boys. We went for a hike:

We even ran into a rattler; it was already dead.

Throwing rocks in the water is Josh's #1 favorite pasttime.

They loved the tent
Josh threw some pretty sweet tantrums. He also won the "Get the Dirtiest" contest.
We made Tin-Foil dinners, Andrew helped Dad with the fire.

The boys had fun drawing pictures with chalk:

All was going well until it was time to turn in. Now that I have a bit of hindsight, I believe Josh was trying to tell us, "Where the heck is my bed, and why aren't I in it?!!" Andrew had his own sleeping bag and Josh shared with me (he had his own bed as well, but I forgot to pack his bunting and I was afraid he'd be too cold), we slept for about 3 hours and then everything fell apart. Josh would scream, we'd calm him down, get him to go back to sleep, then Andrew took his turn, he said his feet hurt. We calmed Andrew down and got him to go back to sleep, then it was Josh's turn to wake up and scream. By 4:45 am, Randy and I'd had enough fun for one night, so we hauled the kids down the mountain so they could sleep at Grandma & Grandpa's. That wasn't even good enough for Josh, so he went back with Randy and I to break down camp. By 9 am, we were back in Salt Lake, where Josh could finally sleep in his own bed:

There's no place like home.

**Josh has this cute little habit that I hope he never breaks. Whenever anyone (even complete strangers) asks him a question, he nods his head yes. When we asked him if we could throw him in the creek, he nodded yes.

***I think the next time we get an inkling that we want to go camping, we'll go up for the hike, the Tin-Foil dinners & roasted marhmallows, then pack up our things and go home to sleep in our own beds.