Taking care of little people may not always be strenuous, but what it is is constant. You are filling up the 6th sippy-cup of the
morning, searching for an Elmo bandaid instead of Big Bird for the crying child at your feet, breaking up a fight over a toy that no one has even looked at in a month,
and mopping up a puddle of pee (while using one leg to fend off the baby who is
trying his best to splash in it) all within the space of about 3 minutes. Do we really need to mix in all the extra
work and dirt of camping???
But what I've come to see through our times away, is that there is something about camping that transforms the daily commotion of life with multiple children. When you are camping, somehow normal everyday things take on a sweet- ‘I am almost nostalgic of this moment right now!’ kind of feeling...
But what I've come to see through our times away, is that there is something about camping that transforms the daily commotion of life with multiple children. When you are camping, somehow normal everyday things take on a sweet- ‘I am almost nostalgic of this moment right now!’ kind of feeling...
The typical re-filling of bowls of Cheerios in the morning transforms into camping memories of eating breakfast outside with our
green plastic spoons…
...a potty break becomes holding hands while walking to the bathrooms and hearing all about
the fun games they were playing with their new friends… ...supervising my trouble-makers turns into watching the boys playing the day away… seeing them just come into their element finding rocks and sticks (the ultimate and preferred toys of all time!)...
...digging
in the dirt and climbing trees (if I was ever looking for Elijah, my best bet was to look up!)...
...having to tackle a sink of dirty dishes becomes a time to chat with the girls outside and talk about their favourite parts of the day…
...The evening bathtime routine means heating up water and
bubbles for the marshmallow/dirt plastered baby...
And is there anything cuter than a baby in a basin?
(Gabriel absolutely loved his
basin baths- especially trying to squirt me with his bath turtles and laughing
till he’d almost fall out of the tub)And is there anything cuter than a baby in a basin?
If it ever seems like too much work to go camping, I try to think about these things... and I remember that there is nothing quite like it :)


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