Camping! (Sort of...)

We went camping this weekend.  Ryan and I have noticed that as we have had more children, camping seems to take on a different definition.  Gone are the days of a tiny, two-man tent, hiking several miles to a campsite, and eating a minimalist meal.  After we had Gavie, we got a four "man" (meaning "sardine") tent, and did not hike quite as far in, as Ry would be carrying a baby on his back.  Now we have graduated to a two-room, ten man (if you're a midget) tent, and we get a site we can drive in to.  We managed to completely fill the Swagger Wagon for just one night of camping.  The kids had a great time, though the night was a little rough.  Ani woke up multiple times over the night.  I think she was cold.  Ryan ended up putting her in his sleeping bag with him, and they "slept" together the rest of the night.  Or one of them did.  But the kids enjoyed their day.  Annah kept putting on Gavin's backpack and taking off down the camp road, and insisted that no one follow her.  Cheeky little girl.  G ended up walking down the road with her and holding her hand.  It was pretty stinkin' cute. 

We enjoyed a dinner of hot dogs, bonfire roasted corn on the cob (see below), and of course s'mores for dessert.  We were planning on breakfast at a local greasy spoon, but the best laid plans...  We ended up scurrying back home because Miss Annah's toe (the one sans toenail) was very big and swollen, and she would not walk on it.  She is doing better now after 6 bathtub soaks, and multiple applications of antibiotic ointment, and we have a pending conversation with her PCP, so it's all fine.  This picture of a small child eating corn will reassure you:

Lastly, Gavin really enjoyed sitting in front of the bonfire after Annah went to bed.  I think it made him feel grown up.  And it also was a good excuse for him not to have to sit by himself in the aforementioned two-man tent he had insisted that Ry and I bring so that he could sleep all by himself.  He talked about that all week.  It lasted less than 5 min.  It's a healthy thing to learn our limits but also to have high expectations of them.  And he got some private snuggle time at the fire.