This blog has been a bit on the serious side for a few posts, so today is a good day to talk about something light. We are counting down to our very first camping trip with the baby. I should probably call it a "camping" trip because it is the exact kind of camping that my not-yet-pregnant self would have mocked mercilessly just over a year ago: we are heading to the state's largest tourist attraction to spend two nights in a KOA Kabin.
I know. When you are within a few miles of forty-plus restaurants and a score of hotels, you aren't roughing it. Really, the campground even has wi-fi. I may as well be sipping champagne and getting a pedicure while I'm there (and I could! There are six spas within five miles of the campsite). Baby steps, my friends, baby steps. We have to start somewhere.
As C-Day approaches my Type A side has begun making lists and checking them twice. Anyone who has ever done so much as cross a street with a baby knows that babies require a staggering amount of gear whenever they leave the house. Planning for a weekend getaway means consulting Google, querying my favorite baby message boards, and creating a spreadsheet so I can be sure that I've left no stone unturned. Even so, I have no doubt that when we leave on Friday, we will need to turn the car around no less than twice because I've forgotten some essential thing. Like the A&D Ointment, or perhaps the baby. I am actually concerned that our Jeep may be too small to fit everything we will need to camp for two days.
Despite the fact that this is going to be a LOT of work, I'm really looking forward to it. I love a meal cooked over a fire. I love glow of camp lights. I love how our things smell like the fresh outdoors. And by Monday, I'll be ready to have a vacation to recover from our vacation.
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