Camping?

It's not an adventure if you know you're going to make it 

-DBC (aka R's best man)

To celebrate R's birthday we drove to a campground on an inlet south of here. 

We arrived and were attacked by bugs. Lots of bugs. Their bites stung.

R set up the tent and travel crib. 

We went on a walk as a family. It was a lovely walk. 

The dogs happily made themselves dirt beds. 

R cooked dinner - foilies and peach cobbler (both boy scout camping recipes).

When it was time for Squirms to go to bed, she promptly responded heck to the no. 

Just in case we had any doubt about our decision to pack up and head home, Squirms screamed extra loud from her comfy car seat in the air conditioned truck while we scrambled to take down the tent and clean up the site before the sun set.

Yes, the carrier is soaked with drool.

Our first camping trip as a family of three, or five if you count Tanner and Shelby Ann, lasted almost exactly four hours. Please note the facial expression of our daughter in the above picture taken in 85 degree heat and the facial expression in the picture below taken in her crib in an air conditioned house.

Yay for the 21st Century

 Diva.

I don't camp in August in Florida.

While R was slightly disappointed that we had to call this trip a Dry Run and compiled a list of Lessons Learned, later that weekend we dressed her in a Star Trek bodysuit.

Wearing a bow too so her mom doesn't get in trouble.

The photo below is from today. This is how she spent some of her afternoon. Chewing on things. Not camping.

I like to drool.