I think it would be safe to say that Allie and I are both just about recovered from an amazing camping trip this past weekend. Going to sleep at 8 p.m. last night was a huge help for me.
The weather didn’t exactly cooperate, despite a week long of forecasts promising sunshiny heat. I was all “BEACH!!” leading up to it. While we did make it to the beach, it was mostly overcast and windy. The kids managed bathing suits. My husband and son actually went into the lake. Brave souls. I wore a fleece and thoroughly enjoyed the goings on.
Then there were the campsites. We chose two across the road from one another. They basically became one site. Constant toddler and small child car vigilance was required. They had their part (looking both ways and announcing “No cars!” before crossing. We had our part: constant vigilance. The recently world cup feverish small children (all four of them) were pretty excited by the ball and pylons we brought along. Awesome. And our sites weren’t level. Not so awesome for small child soccer play, what with the whole road business.
There were two potty training, two year olds requiring additional vigilance. Enough said. Each one had moments of insistence on accomplishing tasks him and herself. Not at all efficient, and more than a bit endearing. Also, they were having conversations with each other.
“You have a ball!”
“Yeah. I kick a ball”
“No, I kick the ball.”
“Your mom is Allie”
Hilarious. The last time we did this together, those littles were 3 and 4 months old respectively. And it was freezing.
This time, the droplets started post beach. The weather gods don’t super, duper smile on us in the camping weather department. Anyway, we had enough time to build a shelter under which to eat our dinner. Fast forward to the middle off the night when a torrential downpour was all but beating down our tent and I’m lying there listening to it, thinking this:
When you find people who not only tolerate your quirks but celebrate them with glad cries of “Me, too!” be sure to cherish them. Because those weirdos are your tribe.
It was an awesome weekend with part of my tribe and I love my weirdos — all of them!
p.p.s. This post is dedicated to the leaky tent that didn’t make the trip home.
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