Those of you who know Ike know that he isn't one to get over-excited about anything. When we went for our family portrait at Christmas, he looked at me, face a blank mask with no expression, and asked, "How's this smile?" And he was serious. I'm not saying he's an unhappy guy. I'm just saying he's not Mr. Giggles.
So, I know it's a good day when I ask Ike how the camping trip is going and he says, "It's been the best day ever! I haven't felt this relaxed in weeks."
Ike and Jake are on their first camping trip together at a local state park tonight. They left home late morning-ish with enough food for weeks and their camping gear (actually, camping gear borrowed from both of Jake's grandfathers. If anyone's thinking of what Ike might want for Father's Day...he could use some camping gear...).
I wasn't there to report on how well it all went, but I can tell you what I know. They set up their tent first thing, then went fishing. Apparently, fishing was fun for awhile, but got boring after an hour or more of no fish caught. So much for the fish seasoning they packed...
When Ike asked Jake if he wanted to play on the playground at the park, Jake informed him that it's not real camping if you play on a playground. I think Jake was hoping for a "hard camping" experience, which according to him means no campsite, no tent, no firewood or food. And certainly no playground. Ike told him they'd do "hard camping" when he's twelve. I think I'll opt out of that trip.
Annie and I joined the menfolk for dinner over the campfire. Jake and Ike treated us as their guests, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows for us while we played in the tent. I think Annie was ready to spend the night, but Ike and I mutually agreed that potty training is a prerequisite to camping out.
Speaking of pottying in the woods, Ike said that Jake peed on a tree as soon as they got to the campsite. Then on another tree while Ike set up the tent. Before we got there for dinner, he'd marked four different trees...
So it sounds like it's been a success. Annie and I are home for the night, Ike and Jake are sound asleep in their tent by now. I can still smell the campfire on my clothes and in my hair...that smell might just be my favorite scent in the world.
A scent that comes from "the best day ever."
So, I know it's a good day when I ask Ike how the camping trip is going and he says, "It's been the best day ever! I haven't felt this relaxed in weeks."
Ike and Jake are on their first camping trip together at a local state park tonight. They left home late morning-ish with enough food for weeks and their camping gear (actually, camping gear borrowed from both of Jake's grandfathers. If anyone's thinking of what Ike might want for Father's Day...he could use some camping gear...).
I wasn't there to report on how well it all went, but I can tell you what I know. They set up their tent first thing, then went fishing. Apparently, fishing was fun for awhile, but got boring after an hour or more of no fish caught. So much for the fish seasoning they packed...
When Ike asked Jake if he wanted to play on the playground at the park, Jake informed him that it's not real camping if you play on a playground. I think Jake was hoping for a "hard camping" experience, which according to him means no campsite, no tent, no firewood or food. And certainly no playground. Ike told him they'd do "hard camping" when he's twelve. I think I'll opt out of that trip.
Annie and I joined the menfolk for dinner over the campfire. Jake and Ike treated us as their guests, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows for us while we played in the tent. I think Annie was ready to spend the night, but Ike and I mutually agreed that potty training is a prerequisite to camping out.
Speaking of pottying in the woods, Ike said that Jake peed on a tree as soon as they got to the campsite. Then on another tree while Ike set up the tent. Before we got there for dinner, he'd marked four different trees...
So it sounds like it's been a success. Annie and I are home for the night, Ike and Jake are sound asleep in their tent by now. I can still smell the campfire on my clothes and in my hair...that smell might just be my favorite scent in the world.
A scent that comes from "the best day ever."
2 Comments:
Oh how sweet! I can just see your guys out "roughing it" in the woods. What great Father/son time! I hope the rest of their trip goes as well. Pictures would be great (hint, hint), LOL.
So cool! I am so excited about going on a family camp out now that DK is potty trained! I used to go all the time as a kid and loved it. I am sure Jake will have lots to tell his friends this week at school!
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