The Morning After...

Can you guess which tent was for the family of five and which was for the family of two? WRONG! The little one was ours. John and Emily had the huge one. In their defense, they did offer to trade. We haven't camped since we've had kids and had no need for a big tent up 'til now.

This is the same scene later that night:


I don't know if their tent wanted to prove it could devour ours or what, but with a little help from the wind, it was on top of our tent. Our little tent held it's own and didn't blow away at all.

Gray commandeered the bag of potato chips early on.


Then he decided it was much easier like this:

Not to worry, when the chips were gone he found a lovely puddle of murky water to entertain him the rest of the night.

Not that he needed entertainment...John and Emily entertained the masses.


And when they were finished, Parker pretty much took over the limelight for the rest of the night.


Reid got the shaft...the pictures I took of him really didn't turn out. He had a great old time but couldn't understand why no one wanted to sleep when bed time rolled around. He spent the late night hours lap hopping until he finally fell asleep on Emily.


Spencer was the perfect boy scout (though I was the prepared one). He did all the cooking. And there was some delicious dutch oven cobbler involved.


Though it wasn't supposed to rain until later on Saturday, the storm came earlier than expected. After a few hours of sleep, we awoke to thunder and lightening by about 2:30am. So by 3:30am we packed up some groggy, hysterical children and slept the rest of the night in the comfort of our own home. I wish I had pictures of us taking down tents in the pouring rain. We were soaked. But to be honest, it was fun.

So this is how we spent the morning after (no point in wasting that tasty breakfast we had planned):


Not a single kid came out with a burn from the campfire or hot coals (as I predicted). So despite the rain, I consider the camping trip a success.