Tanner met up with us later that night and we had a great time roasting hotdogs and marshmallows, eating tinfoil dinners, peach cobbler and chips and salsa (All in a few hours, we like to eat and to eat in large quantities).
I was planning on a rough night with the ninos and they didn't let me down. About a half hour after Tanner and I laid down Mariah started crying and saying that she wanted to go "inside". Obviously she didn't quite get the concept of camping. Tanner took her to the van in the hopes that Chet wouldn't get woken up (fat chance). Mariah ended up sleeping on top of Tanner part of the night and then taking over his sleep pad the rest of the night. While in the tent, Chet woke up all throughout the night unhappy with his sleep situation. I finally gave him my pillow to sleep on and he slept a little better.
I realized what an old woman I am. I could not get comfortable to save my life. That ground was hard...It really made me appreciate our mattress when we got home. Even though the night wasn't amazing we still had a blast. Needless to say, our next camping trip will involve a lot more pads, maybe a crib mattress, and as many cushy blankets as we can get.
Poor Baby Boy. He handled it like a champ.
We weren't surprised to hear that Brittany and Mike slept great after seeing their setup. (Ruger just jumped in for some early morning cuddling).
We forgot a spatula so Tanner got all mountain mannish and whittled one.
Mariah fell asleep in Mikes arms the night before. She is in love with that man.
It was such a beautiful campsite.
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