This summer has been so busy and has completely sped by. We have yet to take the kids camping, so we pitched a tent in Grandma and Grandbo's backyard.
Carter was incredibly frightened of camping out/extremely excited. I wanted to sleep inside so I could hear Dawson, who was not invited to camp out with us. But Carter insisted that he needed Daddy and Mommy to camp out with him or he would be too scared. Secretly it always makes me happy when he chooses me when he is scared. Otherwise, he is team Daddy all the way.
Ava was ambivalent about the idea of sleeping in a tent. But in the middle of night she sprung up and shouted "That's it, I'm leaving."
Luckily I was able to bring her back to bed. We are still laughing about that, although I think she just woke up scared and didn't know where she was.
Wait guys, why wasn't I invited? Next summer, baby boy, next summer.
Thank you to Grandma who took care of Daring Dawson while I was camping out with the kids. Apparently he woke up several times during the night and then was up for the day at 6:30. Case in point why he has yet to go camping with us.