Scott and I like to camp. In the BK era (that's the before kids era) we camped all the time - in the rain, in the snow, and if we were lucky in sunny weather too. Not everyone agrees, but it is really nice to get away from it all. No phone, no TV, just some time outside.
If we have any hope of the kids enjoying camping, we figure we need to initiate them young. We especially need to catch the girls before they are angry that hair dryers won't work in a tent. Despite many failed prior attempts, we have yet to succeed in the family camping trip. There was the stomach virus of 2005 and the hail storm of 2006, plus little things like bed rest pregnancies and newborns in the house which kept spoiling our camping plans. All told the closest we have come to camping is setting up the tent on Mimi and Poppa's covered porch.
This year we didn't even try to camp for real. Open fire and toddling Mick definitely don't mix. Plus the idea of trying to get everyone to actually fall asleep in the same tent seemed a little too daunting.
Instead, we camped out convenient style. We ate dinner on the porch, roasted marshmallows on the grill, and set up the tent in the backyard. There were plenty of mosquitoes to make us feel like we were really camping, plus we were able to quietly tuck Mick into his crib upstairs.
By morning, most of the family was in the house. But, two of the gang spent the night in the great outdoors. While the forecast was for dry weather, we still had drops falling on the tent at 5AM. Someone (me) forgot to turn the sprinkler system off - oops.
That is life in the stroller lane.