Memorial Day.
Part I
We thought we'd be pretty awesome parents if we took our kids camping for Memorial Day.
I mean.
I soooo want to be a camper.
It just doesn't really fit into my lifestyle.
But I really do want to.
We decided to go somewhere close to home.
Part I
We thought we'd be pretty awesome parents if we took our kids camping for Memorial Day.
I mean.
I soooo want to be a camper.
It just doesn't really fit into my lifestyle.
But I really do want to.
We decided to go somewhere close to home.
A place where we could make "camping" memories.
Complete with shadow puppets.
Complete with shadow puppets.
And book reading.
A place where we could all cuddle up together.
And tell stories.
And laugh.
And listen to the wind blow the trees.
And tell stories.
And laugh.
And listen to the wind blow the trees.
A place where we could drag everyone inside at 3:42 am because the obnoxious coyotes were howling at ridiculously loud volumes for three straight hours resulting in no sleep for the adults.
Seriously.
NOT.A.WINK.OF.SLEEP.
Ahhh.
I sure {want to} love camping.

Seriously.
NOT.A.WINK.OF.SLEEP.
Ahhh.
I sure {want to} love camping.

Too bad I probably never will.
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