Too tired for words
May. 31st, 2010 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rootofnewtSo last summer, kiddo refused to sleep in the tent. If we so much as mention it, he has started screaming or crying at the thought. We knew he had some sort of fear manifesting itself, but he wouldn't explain why. Finally, he told us that there are monsters outside at night and monsters are scary. I tried telling him that the raccoons in the mountains pack serious firepower, but that just made him fear raccoons.
Anyhow, we want to get one with our camping lives. Putting it on hold because kiddo was being a kid just wasn't gonna cut it. We went camping this weekend.
The first night, he told us he had to go home to get dressed and to nurse. I convinced him to nurse in the tent (we have a light! it's cute--a baby hanger wrapped with a battery-powered LED string! look at that and nurse and daddy'll change your diaper!). He fell asleep very quickly and slept through the night. He was thrilled to wake up in the tent, thrilled to see Whiskey next to us, thrilled to see the campsite outside when we unzipped a window.
We had to come down the mountain for Tom's voice lesson (which ended up cancelled), so we spent most of Saturday daytime at home doing dishes, doing laundry, and watching kiddo play in his pool. We went back up for the rest of the weekend, though. Kiddo really enjoyed the tent and whatnot.
We were going to chill around the campsite and do some hiking yesterday, but it was unbearably sticky and our suitably shaded site in the afternoon and morning was blazing bright at mid-day. The dog refused to hike and kept searching for one smidgen of shade. There are no easily accessible/safe swimming holes in SNP. No showers. And both Tom and I were getting very cranky at our hot, sweaty, itchy, sunsick selves.
So we did what any other American family would do--we piled into the car, turned on the AC, and went for a ride. And yes, it involved going back down the mountain, but the other side. I found a Starbucks in Harrisonburg. After some caffeine for me and a smoothie for the boys, all was well. We were just going to go and drive around to different overlooks, but we've seen most of them multiple times and it was hazy and once I mentioned finding some coffee, Tom latched onto that idea (well, I think he wanted a smoothie, he's not a coffee drinker).
We're home today. Ronan enjoyed watching us break down camp. Whiskey likes being where we are, but he eagerly got into the front seat and then went to sleep once the AC hit him. I'm back to the post-vacation (yes, that other week) laundry marathon.
We have plans to drive to MS next week, but that might not happen. The car needs new brakes and our Smokies vacation went overbudget. We'll see. I hate to miss the reunion. I told Tom we'd just go and eat hot dogs and marshmallows all week, but that made him feel woozy.
Anyhow, we want to get one with our camping lives. Putting it on hold because kiddo was being a kid just wasn't gonna cut it. We went camping this weekend.
The first night, he told us he had to go home to get dressed and to nurse. I convinced him to nurse in the tent (we have a light! it's cute--a baby hanger wrapped with a battery-powered LED string! look at that and nurse and daddy'll change your diaper!). He fell asleep very quickly and slept through the night. He was thrilled to wake up in the tent, thrilled to see Whiskey next to us, thrilled to see the campsite outside when we unzipped a window.
We had to come down the mountain for Tom's voice lesson (which ended up cancelled), so we spent most of Saturday daytime at home doing dishes, doing laundry, and watching kiddo play in his pool. We went back up for the rest of the weekend, though. Kiddo really enjoyed the tent and whatnot.
We were going to chill around the campsite and do some hiking yesterday, but it was unbearably sticky and our suitably shaded site in the afternoon and morning was blazing bright at mid-day. The dog refused to hike and kept searching for one smidgen of shade. There are no easily accessible/safe swimming holes in SNP. No showers. And both Tom and I were getting very cranky at our hot, sweaty, itchy, sunsick selves.
So we did what any other American family would do--we piled into the car, turned on the AC, and went for a ride. And yes, it involved going back down the mountain, but the other side. I found a Starbucks in Harrisonburg. After some caffeine for me and a smoothie for the boys, all was well. We were just going to go and drive around to different overlooks, but we've seen most of them multiple times and it was hazy and once I mentioned finding some coffee, Tom latched onto that idea (well, I think he wanted a smoothie, he's not a coffee drinker).
We're home today. Ronan enjoyed watching us break down camp. Whiskey likes being where we are, but he eagerly got into the front seat and then went to sleep once the AC hit him. I'm back to the post-vacation (yes, that other week) laundry marathon.
We have plans to drive to MS next week, but that might not happen. The car needs new brakes and our Smokies vacation went overbudget. We'll see. I hate to miss the reunion. I told Tom we'd just go and eat hot dogs and marshmallows all week, but that made him feel woozy.
