Camping

The last camping trip we went on was when Samuel was 5 months old. So it's been awhile. We decided to ease ourselves back in by going on the Stroller Hikes annual camping trip. This is the first time we have been able to attend due to traveling, itty bitty infants and Steve's general disinterest with camping where there would be MANY other screaming children.

We definitely had some concerns at the beginning of the trip, foremost of which was my possible stress fracture in my left foot due to hard trail running in my Vibram Five Fingers (won't be doing that for awhile, but I also don't think I actually have a stress fracture), Steve's bad back which was aggravated by a fake tackle by a coworker the day before we left for the trip, and concern that one or both of the kids wouldn't be able to sleep away from home.

In the end, not walking on my foot for two days before the trip, plenty of drugs for Steve's back, and two kids who were thrilled to sleep in a tent WITH MOMMY AND DADDY ALL NIGHT, meant we had a very nice time.

There were lots of fun things to do.

Like building and painting birdhouses.

Going on a scavenger hunt.

Digging in the dirt.

Roasting marshmallows - which was probably, hands down, Samuel's very favorite.

Mmm. S'mores.

Sitting and staring at the fire - also a huge favorite for Samuel and Steve.

Relaxing with a book.

And, NOT being in charge of cooking OR cleaning. Did I say not being in charge? Let me revise that. NOT cooking or cleaning ANYTHING for the duration of the trip. To be honest, I did make 17 cups of Mexican rice the day before, and brought ground flaxseed and blueberries for breakfast, but our contribution to the group dinner and breakfast began and ended with those tasks.

Our peerless leader.