Poor little things.
So, since Max had been wanting to camp out for over a year--see, we procrastinate around here--I planned a camp in.
No leaky tents. No bugs. No dirt. No bugs. No bugs.
My kind of camping trip.
I found some great ideas on the blog Rainbows Within Reach.
While the kids slept, Garrett and I set up the campground. We posted these signs and set up a campfire from Oriental Trading. We pitched a Cars and Fairy tent in the formal living room. The hallway became the hiking path. We made the den into a pond.
We raided the toy room and put their stuffed animals all over the house. (I swear those things multiply when we're not looking.)
|They caught a lot of frogs with that net. Max caught Alexandra a time or two as well.|
Grandma Celeste--my ninety-two-year old grandmother--joined us in fishing for snacks.
|Dip pretzel "fishing pole" in Nutella or peanut butter and then "catch" the goldfish!|
Max and I made Playdoh insects. Alexandra mostly rolled it into balls and tried to show us that Playdoh balls don't bounce very well.
All that hiking and playing works up an appetite, so we made smores.
|Alexandra doesn't quite know what to think of her family.|
Now, that's one happy camper.