Camping!

Well, after five years of being with Clay he finally tricked, forced, pulled and dragged me camping. Yes, camping with two children, with two children under two (well, mostly, he's only been two for like two weeks!). It was okay. It was dirty and full of bugs, but the food and company was good!

We left town a little late since I had to go to the dentist last minute and Owen was sick so we needed batteries for the swing. Yes, we took the swing camping! After the dentist and Target we started the drive to beautiful McCall around 1:30p. About 45 minutes into the drive a van starts flashing it's lights at me and keeps trying to pass me, which is pretty typical behavior for folks driving through the Idaho mountains on a holiday weekend so I didn't think much about it. Well, before I know it this woman is screaming at me telling me to roll my window down. Apparently our front right tire was really low and she suggested, yes suggested while driving along side me on the windy mountain roads, that we pull over at the next town to put air in it.

Well, the next thing I know the tire blows and I pull into someone's dirt driveway hysterical. What a beautiful way to start a camping trip! Oh! And by the way, driving no faster than 50 on a spare tire in holiday-camper traffic is NOT fun and equals lots of swearing, honking and flipping of the bird (not by me but other drivers to me and Clayton to the other drivers).

It took the better part of five hours to get to the camp site when it should have only taken three and a half.

It was really great to get together with most of Clay's family. It was a really good time and Jack loved playing with his Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents and Cousins. We went to Upper Payette Lake and were super close to the water - but to my surprise - Jack didn't try to run away from us, he didn't try to get in the water by himself and he ended up just enjoying the experience. The night was freezing cold, but thankfully I over packed for Jack (He wore two jackets, a shirt, footie pajamas and jeans to bed because he was so cold). Owen snuggled in a pile of blankets and warm clothes so he was okay. Meanwhile I froze with Clay on the air mattress and got maybe 3 hours of sleep. Needless to say we did not stay a second night.

Thankfully the drive home was less traumatic. Just a long, windy drive through the dark with sleeping boys.

Note to self: No camping until Owen is at least 3.