We’ve talked (and talked and talked) about taking the girls camping for a while now. We haven’t been since Nora was 8 months old, and even though that trip was a raging success, the thought of being out there with two little kids was frankly kind of terrifying. But sometimes you have to stop talking and just start doing. Those happy summer memories aren’t going to create themselves, dagnabbit!
So off we went to our beloved Teanaway. Yes it was hectic (a couple of times, JK and I just looked at each other and said we don’t have enough haaands), our favorite campsite was taken, Lily hardly slept and I slept even less, and when I leaned against a ponderosa pine while nursing, feeling all majestic and nature goddess-like, I was actually rubbing my hair full of tree sap.
But! We snagged an almost equally awesome site, we had so. much. fun! and, honestly, I was due for a haircut anyway.
I feel like all our adventures this year can be summed up with these sentences: It was a lot of work. I didn’t sleep. It was so much fun. And last but not least: Let’s do it again.
Highlights: Teaching Nora the ins and outs of, uhm, backcountry hygiene. This was her favorite part too! // Baking bread-on-a-stick over the campfire. // Getting rain and mist and fog instead of the forecasted sun, and then realizing that it didn’t matter because kids don’t actually mind the rain anyway (or maybe that’s just a Pacific Northwest kid thing?) // Lily sleeping in my arms for the first time in forever. Love love love. // Posing Nora’s preschool mascot, Leggo, for photos of his grand adventure. // Both girls sleeping simultaneously for a little while in the morning so JK and I could drink bad instant coffee and just breathe. // Seeing Nora crawl out of the tent at 9:15 with epic bed hair and a giant grin on her face.
Let’s do it again!