Roasting carrots over an open fire. My kids are weird. And I love them to death.
Happy, healthy, Hezzy.
Siblings bonding…or trying to stay warm.
Chuck is The Man. A hottie who can haul 40 pounds of boy and pack up a mountainside and barely break a sweat.
Apollo decided to try to hike a bit on the way down. Unfortunately it was way too steep and he lasted less than five minutes.
Beautiful, bouncy Avi.
How we managed camping with a large family:
* For the first time we used paper plates. Best decision ever.
* Very little cooking. We ate hot dogs (roasted over the fire), a can of chili, Asian salad, sandwiches, granola (made ahead by Tilly) and eggs and sausage (cooked by Chuck).
* Lots of tents
* One change of clothes for everyone but Apollo. We all know the kids are going to get filthy no matter what. Less clothing = less laundry when we get home.
* We sent two kids with our friends and took the backseat out of our van so we had some storage space. That worked brilliantly until our friends ran into trouble with their van. And we had to drop two other kids from our van off with other friends…and drive an hour back up the mountain to pick up the original two kids. And haul their trailer back. And get stuck in traffic for hours. Did you follow that? Neither did I, thankfully Kara wrote about it here.
At any rate we survived. And thrived. And made new memories.
And that, after all, is the whole purpose of camping as a family.
Alright, I read the blog you linked to. She did a great job telling her broken down van story. :), but she mentioned something twice I’m wondering about…. eh em to quote…
“I’m glad Mrs Baker’s Dozen ate the bug, not me” and
” I’m glad that the only casualty was the bug Mrs Baker’s Dozen (inadvertently) ate”
So uh, I have to ask… did you get hungry?? :).
No, not hungry at all…the bug flew right down my throat and I swallowed it! Ick….
Looks like great fun! The best kind of memories are often outdoor ones in my opinion.