Liv has been begging us to go camping. She wants the whole nine yards - a tent, sleeping bag, s'mores, a fire and ghost stories. Anyone who knows me knows how I feel about camping. To put it bluntly, if it doesn't have a soft mattress and indoor plumbing, I am not staying there. Period. Particularly with a four year old that I doubt will last more than 5 minutes. So my answer? We would camp out in Grammie and Grandpa's back yard. So the last time we went to Grammie and Grandpa's house, that is exactly what we did. My fabulous brother Randy pitched his tent (which was so nice I was a little surprised it didn't have indoor plumbing) in the ninety degree weather. Inside the tent was a perfect 110 degrees - balmy. He also set up his fire pit for roasting hot dogs and s'mores. Liv set up her sleeping bag with about 15 of her favorite stuffed animals. Grandpa offered to sleep with her in the tent (I am sure he assumed she wouldn't make it past dark). Well, wouldn't you know it, but Liv made it until 10:30. When I last left them, Grandpa was BEGGING her to go in - it wasn't a pretty sight. She finally relented and agreed that it was "too hot." But she was very perturbed the next day that they forgot to tell ghost stories. Can't have it all, can you?
Oh, and did I mention I totally bailed on the entire experience? Yep. I went to the Lake for the day. They don't call me a smart woman for nothing!
The tent!
Roasting...hot dogs? Marshmallows? Not really sure...
Feeding Lilly a hot dog - she loved it!
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