Camping out… is a lot different than it used to be!
My hubby and I love to camp. Love it. And we’re good campers. Happy campers. Efficient campers. We’ve got this down – whether it be car camping or a short backpacking trip. We’ve got it.
Til baby came along. Ha! We’re bound and determined to continue camping… It’s just that it’s… a little different these days.
We get to camp on a Friday night, around 5pm. While Mike sets up camp, Sawyer and I play and read books on a picnic blanket. And he eats dinner – while trying not to make such a mess that the bugs swarm! It’s tricky, but we do it! By the time his dinner is gone and cleaned up, it’s “supposedly” time to get ready for bed. I start the bedtime ritual while my hubby is making the campfire and beginning to cook our dinner.
Bedtime? Are you kidding?! We get the jammies on, read a couple of stories, say our prayers, have a bottle, sing a little… And then? Well, apparently it’s playtime!
Sawyer loves the tent. Loves that he’s laying beside us and can roll over and grab our face at any time. (It gives him the giggles.) He wants to crawl, to stand, to roll in our sleeping bags and over our pillows. He stares out the door at the kids walking by. He hears dogs barking and perks up to see what’s going on. I gotta say, it is pretty fun laying in the tent with him…
All of a sudden, Daddy comes to play in the tent, and tells me to go eat my dinner. Seriously?! He’s made and eaten his dinner already?! Time goes fast when you’re trying to get a little one to sleep…
So we switch roles. I go out to the campfire and eat my delicious kabobs. And in the tent? It’s not any quieter… I can hear laughing and giggles. That kid is not going to sleep anytime soon.
They emerge from the tent at 8:30. Sawyer’s having the time of his life. And I’m realizing there will be no “mommy and daddy time” at the campfire tonight. And that’s ok. He’s a happy kid. And this is what it’s all about, right?
The magic of being outside as the sun sets. The smell of the campfire. The flames dancing and hypnotizing anyone who looks at them – including the babe. The fresh air. The scent of rain coming. Hearing thunder in the distance…
Oh wait! What? Is that rain I feel?
Yep… Quick, into the tent! A downpour! Thunder! Lightening!
I was a little nervous. Sawyer’s eyes were big – yet, he played harder than ever at first… And then passed out in my arms during the heaviest part of the storm. Oh dear…
An exciting night. That’s for sure. Not what we expected. Not what we planned. But I’m so appreciating our ability to enjoy it for what it is. And loving how well Mike and I work as a team. We may not get much time together at the campfire… But we love seeing Sawyer wiggle and giggle and hear each other’s laughing, too. We’ll figure this out the more we do it. But for now, it’s not exactly a bad way to spend a Friday night. We’ll take it!