As father and son set up tent, Nate shouted out Wonderpets songs at the top of his lungs. "What's gonna work? Teamwork!" Which made everyone within earshot, including the neighbouring campsite, giggle.
The reason I could not help put up the tent? Leisure suit Lucy. Thank you Vicky for making me give up any ideas about cleanliness and sterilization before I left. She ate dirt, sticks and leaves. I pulled several rocks out of her mouth. And you know what? She's totally fine. (Insert Evil Eye repellent here. Because now that I said that, she'll come down with lord knows what.)
Hi, I'm Nate and I LOVE camping. All we eat is hot dogs and chips and marshmallows. And I get to sleep snuggled up between my mom and dad. And then Loogoo wakes up and comes into the air mattress too. And then everyone is on the bed, except Mom. Her bum bum hangs off the edge of the bed and she wakes up 45 times a night to shove us over. She also wakes up numerous times to pray that bears and lightening don't strike our tent, and also to check if I'm cold or if Loogoo's face is buried in the mattress. But camping? It's so cool.
My New Balance cross trainers only come out for dirty occasions. Ugh. This is what I get for putting off paying $100 for Hunter Wellingtons for the past 4 years. They would have been so hawt on this trip. Instead I ended up at Steadman's buying no name $14 rubber boots that don't really fit. But at least my feet were dry.
Hi again. I saw a woodpecker and it had red hair. Now when I get a pet, I want a fish, a dog, a snake, aaaaand a woodpecker. Oh and and and there was a bat at my ya-ya's house, and I was so scawed, but then my superhero dad came and got him and frew him outside.
Superdad? Um so hawt. And we didn't fight. Not once! Miraculous. I think the fact that I bought us a twentysixer of Glenfiddich helped.
Pucci headscarf is doing nothing here. Neither are uggo boots, nor maternity hoodie that is too comfortable to give up. I am dirty, mismatched and out of my element. But happy. Being unplugged from my gadgets and plugged into my family was utter bliss.
As father and son set up tent, Nate shouted out Wonderpets songs at the top of his lungs. "What's gonna work? Teamwork!" Which made everyone within earshot, including the neighbouring campsite, giggle.
The reason I could not help put up the tent? Leisure suit Lucy. Thank you Vicky for making me give up any ideas about cleanliness and sterilization before I left. She ate dirt, sticks and leaves. I pulled several rocks out of her mouth. And you know what? She's totally fine. (Insert Evil Eye repellent here. Because now that I said that, she'll come down with lord knows what.)
Hi, I'm Nate and I LOVE camping. All we eat is hot dogs and chips and marshmallows. And I get to sleep snuggled up between my mom and dad. And then Loogoo wakes up and comes into the air mattress too. And then everyone is on the bed, except Mom. Her bum bum hangs off the edge of the bed and she wakes up 45 times a night to shove us over. She also wakes up numerous times to pray that bears and lightening don't strike our tent, and also to check if I'm cold or if Loogoo's face is buried in the mattress. But camping? It's so cool.
My New Balance cross trainers only come out for dirty occasions. Ugh. This is what I get for putting off paying $100 for Hunter Wellingtons for the past 4 years. They would have been so hawt on this trip. Instead I ended up at Steadman's buying no name $14 rubber boots that don't really fit. But at least my feet were dry.
Hi again. I saw a woodpecker and it had red hair. Now when I get a pet, I want a fish, a dog, a snake, aaaaand a woodpecker. Oh and and and there was a bat at my ya-ya's house, and I was so scawed, but then my superhero dad came and got him and frew him outside.
Superdad? Um so hawt. And we didn't fight. Not once! Miraculous. I think the fact that I bought us a twentysixer of Glenfiddich helped.
Pucci headscarf is doing nothing here. Neither are uggo boots, nor maternity hoodie that is too comfortable to give up. I am dirty, mismatched and out of my element. But happy. Being unplugged from my gadgets and plugged into my family was utter bliss.
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