The title of this post was going to be "Tent for Sale, Only Used Once." At least, that's the post I was composing in my head at 12:30 am as our campground neighbors continued their noisy, raucous, and completely-inappropriate-for-young-ears discussion. I've done quite a bit of camping, but camping with a toddler ranked up there as one of my most challenging camping experiences. Don't get me wrong, he was great: enthusiastic, helpful, and, for the most part, well-behaved. Camping with a toddler was just a little different experience: the dirtiness and work involved were taken up a notch. And the sleep deprivation. Oh, the sleep deprivation.
But after getting home, having a glorious nap, and downloading our photos, our first camping trip with our son is seeming like a great idea after all. There was lots of great father-son time.
LOTS of digging in the dirt.
Lots of monkeying around.
Lots of eating.
Lots of bubbles.
And lots of sweet, made-up bedtime stories.
So in the end, I guess I won't be selling our tent. Not yet, anyway.
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