Even though our previous attempt at camping with the baby was derailed at the last minute, the KOA Campground was kind enough to simply switch our reservation, without penalty because of the circumstances. Now that camping weekend is upon us, I've been making lists of what we need.
Good lord, how is it that a baby requires so much stuff? He's not that big.
We got a taste of this excess over the weekend when we stuffed our Jeep to the gills for a simple overnight in Lake Geneva. Between a Pack-n-Play, two strollers (yes, two. Baby likes variety), a baby carrier, the Baby Bjorn, suitcases for each of us, and the giant carseat that seems to take up three quarters of the car's backseat, there was hardly room for anything else.
Clearly, for this weekend we'll need to defy physics by fitting even more into the Patriot. Never has my vehicle seemed to tiny. In addition to all of the above, we need to bring our camp stove, the Big Red Camping Box (the huge tub that houses all of our camping utensils, towels, firestarters, dry goods, etc.), sleeping bags, pillows, and oh god what else am I forgetting?
Did I mention that we don't even need our tent this time? We're renting a Kabin. (Yes, I realize that isn't technically camping. The Kabin even has AC. But we're baby-camping n00bs, and we have to start somewhere).
I have no idea how this is all going to fit. Maybe we'll need to leave something behind. Like my husband.*
If we manage to pull this off, I'll post some pictures because clearly we will have broken a few laws of physics.
*Just kidding, honey. I know you read the blog now. *kisses*