Roughing it in the backyard

We camped out in the wild on Saturday night. Actually, we camped out in the backyard but I convinced the kids it was the wild. I didn’t feel like loading up the car and trucking out in the woods to be eaten by mosquitoes so we had a ‘staycation’. It sure tasted like the wild after the kids got through roasting their hot dogs on a stick over the fire and grinding them in the ashes. It was like eating a stogie. We made smores, too, so the kids stuck to their sleeping bags like gum in a Ziploc.

The nice part about camping in the backyard, aside from avoiding a four hour ride in traffic to camp next to an RV with the engine running and the television loudly tuned to Big Brother, is that bathroom breaks did not involve fighting through spider webs and unidentifiable gunk on the floor. The bad news came when we went inside to brush our teeth before heading back out to the tent. Bella could not see a thing. Not even with a flashlight.

My son was great, though. He’s three years younger but he offered her and elbow and led her across the yard to the house. Of course, she instead took a shoulder and grabbed on so hard that they were fighting like cats in a bag by the time we got inside. I think it’s time for some mobility training for Bella.