Jeremy has wonderful memories of camping with his family. He can't wait to take the boys camping, but until they are ready, the backyard will have to do. I can't wait either, until Jeremy takes the boys camping, because that means I get a mini-vacation while they're gone. Notice I said while they're gone - because I don't do camping. I don't like public campsite restrooms, muggy nights, mosquitos the size of baseballs, putting up the tent and then having to take the tent back down, sleeping on the ground. Okay you get me point. Although I do love cooking on an open fire - hotdogs, hamburges and smores - yes please.
After all - I had boys for a reason.
And this weekend was the first of many backyard adventures with BOTH boys. Let me just tell you how the evening went.
After a wonderful day celebrating my mom's birthday, the boys were ready to camp out since they had been eyeing the tent that was up and ready for them. When it was time to get the fire started, we noticed that the sky was getting dark. Which was kinda "funny" since the forecast said no rain. So we decided to chance it.
It took Jeremy and I about 30 or so minutes to get the fire started, since our firewood was soaked from all the rain we got during April and May. About the time we did get the fire started, the rain started to sprinkle down. We did not let this stop us. We made smores *happily* while it spritzed. No big deal. After a few minutes, the "rain" stopped and we finished the smores.
It was getting dark outside, when I realized we had NO working flashlights. The boys insisted they needed flashlights. After a very quick run to Kroger, the boys were content with flashlights of their very own.
I kissed the boys goodnight and headed indoors - all my myself! Let my mini-vacation begin. That was until I made it to the back door.
"Mom, I need my water bottle please."
Okay, water bottles filled up and delivered.
"Mom, I can't find my number blankie, you know I can't sleep without it."
Okay, number blankie found and delivered.
After kissing them goodnight again, I entered the house and realized that Jeremy didn't have any extra diapers or wipes in case Carter had an accident. At first I thought about heading on up to bed and ignoring the fact that since I didn't want to make another trip out, then most likely Carter WOULD have an accident. And most likely, if Carter had an accident, I would get a phone call in the middle of the night to bring out dry clothes anyway. So off I went back outside to deliver extra clothes.
"Hey Cort, I forgot my keys, would you mind bringing them out here."
Sure! Not at all! *heavy sarcasm*
After delivering Jeremy's keys, I asked him if he had his phone.
He looked at me guilty.
Sure I will go FIND and deliver your phone also.
Boys tucked in and I am finally in bed.
After about an hour, I think I hear thunder.
No, that can't be thunder. I just checked the radar an hour earlier and there was a 10% chance of rain.
What, did I just see lightening?
About 11:00, Jeremy calls me. "Cort, did you see the radar. There is a thunderstorm heading right towards us. I think we should bring the kids in."
I was tempted to tell him to suck it up! But I jumped up and ran outside to get a sleeping Carter. Jeremy carried Evan in. Then we both ran out to get all their sleeping equipment - pillows, blankets, pillow pets - before the rain hit!
Midnight came and now the boys are tucked in their own beds sound asleep, completely unaware that they are not sleeping in the tent any longer.
And the storm broke up and didn't even rain over our house.
This my friends, is why I DON'T DO CAMPING!