So Friday night we camped in the backyard with friends- the Robins from church, and Becki and co, on their way to NC. It was quite fun, but we may need a few more sessions before we feel convinced we can take the show on the road.
Friday evening we set up the tents, and had dinner of hotdogs, brats, and salad. S'mores, pastries, and cookies followed. There were three babies between 12 and 14 months, and a three and four year old- perfect playmate pairings! Adults all chipped in with childcare, cooking and cleaning.
The boys thought sleeping in a tent was hysterical- we put them down later hoping they'd be so tired they'd fall right asleep, but instead a good hour was spent giggling, crawling around, and swiping at the tent walls. Micah got up at 5 the next morning, too... blerg.
I think the biggest problem with camping at this age is that they need a vast amount of relatively safe/clean play space. They had lawn and a brick patio in our backyard, but the amount of dirt they accumulated was unbelievable. Trying to translate that in my head to a multi-day stay in a mostly dirt ground campsite? We'll have mud puppies for children. Which isn't so bad... I suppose the other part is the lack of boundaries and difficulty of cleaning a campsite of all small, mouth-size stones, plants, and insects.
So we'll see. But we had fun and there's some proof in the album.
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