Although I’d planned to spend my Thanksgiving break camping in the redwoods, the unpredictable nature of life with a toddler meant we ended up with a quickly reconfigured camping-in-our-backyard “trip” instead, which ended up being a blessing in disguise. Here are a few insights, tidbits, photos and hard-learned lessons from our weekend extravaganza.
1. I’m kind of obsessed with the ‘look’ I created for our tent/bed/nest — a plaid Pendleton layered over a Hudson Bay wool blanket. These were all the rage in the blogosphere last winter and I snagged one from the Rose Bowl Flea Market for $30. Turns out they can be kind of scratchy and therefore not at all practical, BUT it also turns out they are perfect for short-term romantic things like camping trips. Awesome. Totally worth the three tens. Also, this lantern is awesome. Thanks, Dad.
2. Putting up a tent with a toddler in tow is way fun. Really. See the enthusiastic high-fives with daddy and earnest attempts to use a mallet to pound in the tent stakes. Adorable overload, thank you very much.
3. This ‘camp stove‘ that I registered for when I was pregnant was totally worth it for this one moment and these two photographs. I will never regret that (at the time questionable) registry choice.
4. Kid + Daddy + Tent = hours of wrestling play time, which also somehow magically = Magazine + Latte time for Mommy. I liked this camping trip more and more with each passing hour.
5. The main goal of my trip, quality time together as a family, was realized in full. The one perfect half hour I spent with my husband and son, gazing up at the moon while we slowly fell asleep in the cool night air, was completely worth the 2am toddler meltdown that happened in the tent six hours later. The fact that we beat a swift retreat to actual indoor beds, (before the neighbors wondered what sort of crazy factory we were running), will be forever dimmed by the glow of that one perfect quiet moment with my son, my man, the moon and a tent.
I am so very grateful.