We went camping last weekend down at Patagonia Lake. We got there early enough Friday evening, and it was hot enough, so we all went down to the swimming area to play by the water and cool off a bit once we had the tent set up.
Playing in the sand was a big hit with everyone.
Rachel made a band of dirt instruments.
She is playing the drums. In front of the drums are maracas. To the left of the drums is a guitar and a tambourine, I think.
Jacob headed back to start a fire, then we followed to roast hot dogs for dinner. Unfortunately in all my preparations, the packed cooler with our hot dogs remained in our fridge at home. Luckily the little store there had hot dogs that happened to be gluten-free, so we were covered. Also luckily, I over packed on food like I always do, so we had plenty for breakfast even though the boiled eggs and yogurt were also at home in the cooler. :)
Megan, especially, was a fan of the hot dogs. That girl must have downed close to two full hot dogs. Every time we were sure she must be done, one of us would go to eat our own hot dog and she would reach out for it wanting more.
The sleeping part was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. Megan was so tired because it was almost an hour after her bedtime when we finally got in the tent, so she was asleep really fast and slept better that night than she had the night before at home in her crib. Unfortunately that isn't saying much. She still woke up twice, but after nursing for 5-10 minutes she was asleep in her pack 'n play again for another 3-4 hours. The other kids slept pretty well. I was up several times to check that the kids weren't going to wake up from being too cold after they kicked their covers off. So everyone woke up relatively well rested (as much as you can be when camping) well before 6 am, thanks to the sun.
We got the fire going again and warmed up some water to make hot chocolate.
Megan thought playing peek-a-boo with my hat was the best game ever.
While we were packing up after breakfast the kids found a Roly Poly. We all had to stop and pick it up and take turns holding it, since we never see those around our house.
After we all got dressed we headed off on a hike, figuring that the tent was already getting stuffy with heat, so on my back was probably the best bet for Megan's morning nap. She quickly agreed.
We got a family picture, though all you can see of Megan is her orange arm, and maybe an ear if you zoom in close.
On our hike we crossed over this bridge that is pretty darn high over a little inlet of the lake. Ryan and Rachel loved it. Annie is a girl after my own heart and did NOT like how high it was.
The rickety wood under my feet didn't inspire much confidence either. I
happily volunteered to walk the long way back to the tent when Annie
didn't want to cross the bridge on the way back.
We got back to camp and took down the tent and packed everything into the car before heading to the beach for a couple more hours. The water was cold, but the day was warming up and the sand was hot. The kids had a lot of fun playing on the waterfront. The girls spent the whole time looking for rocks and shells for their rock collection and Ryan spent the whole time filling his bucket with water, then pouring it on the sand. And occasionally burying his hands and feet in the sand and calling out for me to rescue him.

It was a fun camping trip. We returned home happy to have gone, and happy to know that when we go again next year it'll be even easier. While we were there I kept thinking how much easier camping will be in 2 or 3 years when the youngest is out of diapers and is a decent sleeper (that has to happen sometime, right?) and all the kids have at least some impulse control and can listen and obey about staying away from the fire. Maybe at that point we'll happily head out camping once a month. Or drive farther than an hour to go camping.
We had been contemplating going camping with some friends over Memorial Day Weekend who go to Mt. Graham, which is about 2 1/2 hours away, but then decided to stay a little closer to home for Megan's first camping experience. Megan was happy to confirm that this was a good choice on our drive home by screaming the last half of the drive. She was too tired to sleep, and doesn't sleep well in the car anyway. So she made sure to let us know that driving 2 1/2 hours would have been a bad idea. I'm glad we went where/when we did. It was fabulous!