Oct 2-3 2010
0-# of miles Noah walked
1-# of nights we camped
2-# of times Lindsay burned her hand in the fire
# of spider webs drew walked into with his face
# of nights we were suppose to camp
3-# of people slept snuggled on one air mattres and the
# of our camp site and
# of bumps of Noah's head from falling down
4-# of miles Lindsay walked
5-# of hotdogs eaten
# of blankets
6-# of times Noah woke up in the night (at least)
8-# of marshmellows Lindsay ate
# of miles Drew walked
9-# of deer we saw in the morning
12ish-# of times Noah fell down, over rocks, and tree roots
16-# of months Noah turned on Sunday
CAMPING, now Drew and I are campers, I love being out in the woods, Drew thought it would be a great idea now that it was cooler to spend some time away as a family. I spent a few days before hand packing planning things we would see along the way, and how relaxing it would be to introduce Noah to camping. He would love it.
NOAH IS NOT A CAMPER!!!! YET!!!!!
Sure he loved it, but camping with a toddler proved to be exhausting. Who knew???? It was a primitive site (which meant walking involved, one mile to be exact)so we strapped on our gear and headed into the woods. Drew made a couple extra trips so we could have pillows, the air mattress,...... (the important things).
Momma is all smiles before the hike.
At the camp site with Daddy
Down by the river
This is actually one of the webs Drew walked into
The walk in was long and strenuous with a boy in a backpack on you, but we stopped along the way for photos. Once we made it to our campsite, I thought "primitive?" It was smoothed off for us and the fire wood was provided.
Tent
Firepit
Campsite
Noah started exploring and Drew and I put up the tent. Drew started to get the fire going. Noah was tripping over tree roots, rocks, logs, his own feet. Really we had incident after incident. He was having a ball, I was tired. Once the fire started blazing, that was the new attraction. I am happy to announce Drew and I have mastered (much to the grandparents delight I am sure) keeping our son out of the fire pit. He wasn't happy about it but we did it.
On to hot dogs and marshmellows. By this time we are waiting for it to get dark so we can start getting ready for bed. We are sure that we have worn out Noah and he will sleep great. NO SUCH LUCK. He decided it was play time in the tent. Flashlight was his friend.
OKAY longer story short. He woke up several several times during the night. By morning we were popscicles. And decided that we would pack up drive home and have our eggs and bacon at home, with showers, warm beds for a nap later, and that we would forgo our next leg of the trip to Hanging Rock till Noah is older.
All bundled up for our cold night.
Only morning pic, we look rough
Really cool spider web on the way out of the woods. God's little miracles.
Before we left, we were packing up the car and Noah spots 3 deer. He takes off running toward them yelling "Woof, Woof" I let him have fun, knowing the deer would run off, but later told him that they were not Pup Pups (dogs).
