Cal is turning 4 next month. Lately I have been thinking about how my "trial" parenting time is over. I have memories from his age so I can only assume he will have some too. And I really don't want those memories to be the not-so-good-moments. So, I hope he remembers the good times like these ones.
Unfortunately, we let our sleeping bags sit out in the nice tall grass for several hours and then were eaten alive during the night by disgusting little larva. Doug (43 bites) and I walked away from the night looking like we had the chicken pox. And then we itched, really, REALLY bad for 4 straight days.
We were lucky to have a few friends join us for dinner & smores since the site is so close to home.
The dad's had a great time making up kid friendly/not so friendly ghost stories.
My favorite part was after the kids were in bed and everyone went home, Doug and I were talking by the fire about the only thing we know how to talk about....what will he do when he grows up, and a tree started shaking and crunching. He claims not too have been too scared, but he was. But being the protector of the family and all, he remained seated and opted for clicking on his handy dandy head light. We watched a very large raccoon, think fox size, walk right into our camp, around our tent, decide he didn't want to eat our garbage or our children for that matter, and walk off.
I love having my little family! They are the best!










