We just got back from our camping trip. It was awesome! The first time we took Ingrid it sucked. She didn't sleep, Brendan and I were both crabby, we barely lasted through the night. I wanted to pack up at 3am and just drive home. That was two years ago, we hadn't gone since then.
But...we love camping, we want our kids to love camping, and now we're back in Wisconsin so we have places we want to go. And so we tried again. With a five month old and three year old. And you know what? It went so well!
Otis was jolly and grabbing his toes and babbling in the fresh air. Brendan took him in the Moby on a couple hikes and he napped. He fell asleep in my arms as I sat at the campfire. Ingrid was in heaven, getting dirty and playing with sticks and telling herself stories about the trees dancing in the wind. She played at the lake and went swimming and took a bike ride with Brendan.
The whole weekend was magical. We were spending time together as a family, we didn't get into stupid fights because we were stressed, even though both of us were super tired as Ingrid was up at 4:45am!! We reminisced about other trips to Door County, we ate good food. And it made me so glad that we didn't shy away from trying to go camping again.
That's one thing I want to remember with my kids--always try new things. Sometimes they don't work and it's a disaster and I hate the whole trip (like the time we visited friends and Ingrid was up screaming all night long and Brendan ended up sleeping in the car with her on his chest!) and sometimes the trip is amazing and we have so much fun. Either way, we are making memories. Stories that Ingrid will someday share with her friends and maybe even her kids.
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