The summer weather around this part of the world has been abysmal. *pausing for effect*….hey, I used the word abysmal…that’s worthy of a pause. Not in the hot, humid, sticky sort of way, but in the sun hasn’t been out AT ALL, it’s been so cold and rainy, miserable sort of way. It’s getting under everyone’s skin. Not to mention in their bodies. The illnesses that have stuck around this year have been horrible. The weather was supposed to be great this weekend; everyone was excited because we had something fun planned.
We weren’t going to be here, which was enough excitement in itself. We were going to take our kids on a camping trip with family this weekend. The boys were pumped! Jumping up and down, crazy dancing, goofiness spilling out of their pores kind of excited! They couldn’t wait and were counting down the days. Unfortunately those plans fell through. Everyone was bummed. Like moping around hanging their heads, this sucks….bummed! The weather and illness spoiled our plans again.
This mommy couldn’t stand disappointing her kids again, so yesterday the sun was shining (we were shocked) and right there and then hubby and I decided to make lemonade out of lemons. We found out it actually can be done. We were going to do some urban camping.
So we drug out the tent and set it up in the backyard. You would have thought it was Christmas morning with the way the boys hooted and hollered with glee. Once it was up they spent their time running laps on the inside of the tent while hubby and I got dinner ready. Typical camping style food….hot dogs, chips, some fruit. The kids were in heaven! But we didn’t stop there. After dinner, we took a mini break and put the baby in the bath and into bed. Poor Buggy didn’t get to partake in the camping festivities since it would have been way too cold for him to sleep outside. Once that angel who was full of snuggles and cuddles drifted off to sleep we brought out the “piece de resistance.”
The fire pit!!!!!
There is something about boys and fire. My husband can sit and look at a burning fire for hours just mesmerized. It must be a genetic trait because my two older boys do the exact same thing. After the fire burned for awhile, the coals were right at the stage of perfection to make S’mores. There we were, sitting in our backyard roasting marshmallows laughing and talking about what makes the perfect roasted marshmallow. Then we all devoured our tasty dessert with huge grins of satisfaction on our faces.
The evening ended with ghost stories and finger shadows in the tent. Right as I was saying goodnight, both boys got out of their sleeping bags to give me the biggest hugs, kisses and snuggles. They told me they would miss me and didn’t want me to get lonely since I had to sleep in the house to be with the baby. As I walked out they told me that they couldn’t wait to see me in the morning. ♥♥♥
The sweetness of their affection and words will be burned into my heart forever! The day couldn’t have turned out more perfectly and we were able to keep our word. The boys were able to camp and sleep in a tent.
This is what being a family is made of, this is the sweetness of life!
How has improvising created unforgettable memories for your family?