Happy Campers
Tuesday, June 1, 2010

You may remember a post I had written nearly two years ago entitled, Camping: One Mother's Story of Survival. The title sounds a bit horrific because the truth is, when you're camping with very young children who aren't capable of doing just about anything for themselves, it certainly has the potential to be. But speaking from experience, once the little gremlins have mastered eating solid foods (as opposed to handfuls of dirt), sleeping through the night, communicating their needs, and--most importantly--learning how to pee in the woods without soiling their clothes, camping as a family can be quite fun...and educational.

To demonstrate, here is our future bird nerd learning how to spot a Bullock's Oriole in a tree during our most recent camping adventure to Eastern Oregon.

Lesson 1: It might help to turn your binoculars right side up. Baby steps...
(But hey, at least her shoes are on the right feet. That's a miracle in and of itself.)

And Wyatt learned soon after setting up camp of the defense mechanism lizards possess, allowing them to release their tail in an effort to avoid capture at the hands of curious 4-year-old's who would inevitably, yet unintentionally, love the little creature to death.




As you can see, he was quite proud of his prized lizard tail, but as sporadic attention spans would have it, it was just a matter of time before the scaly little tush went missing. And no, contrary to what you might be thinking, I did not toss the creepy severed appendage into the campfire.

Really. I didn't.

No, this impressive little inferno was reserved specifically for marshmallow roasting, which as it turns out, is another valuable teaching moment. What did Wyatt learn, you might ask?

That when it comes to roasting marshmallows, the blacker the better.



He called this one, The Venom Marshmallow! Naturally.

One of these days, we hope to instill in our children a certain appreciation for nature which reaches far beyond ooey gooey (or charred beyond recognition) marshmallows and wigwam sleeping. We'll get there eventually, I'm sure. But for now, they're just learning the basics.

Like how glow sticks are da bomb!!






1 Comments:
Blogger Shelley had this to say:

Looks like you guys had a great time! Great write-up of the experience! :) Did the kids actually sleep well? I'm still not sure that our kids are ready for any sort of camping!

June 2, 2010 at 9:03 AM 


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My Wine Personality:
For the most part I’m a chardonnay, as I consider myself to exhibit a somewhat sunny and mellow disposition (most of the time), but because I find a tremendous amount of joy out of showering my two kids with hugs and kisses, I also possess the subtle sweetness often found in a riesling. But don’t be fooled. I love a great outdoor adventure and am willing to try anything once. This occasional display of boldness is thought to match that of a cabernet, whereas my appreciation for nature suggests that I have an earthy component to my personality—very characteristic of a merlot. (more)

 



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