A Hundred Million

Mark and I love to camp, and we camped a few times when Dylan was a baby. We stuffed his travel crib into one of the side "rooms" of our fairly large tent, and were able to enjoy a bit of a vacation. As one may guess, since Jordan's arrival, we haven't been able to go camping at all. Mark was afraid that if he didn't start taking him while he is still young, Dylan might grow to not like camping. So, the two of them went on a trial run in our back yard this weekend. (Just in case)

Storms threatened to ruin their plans on Friday night, but stayed far enough away to continue with their excursion. (The thunder scares Dylan since our lightning strike) Dylan threw some odd combination of pajamas on. They packed up the red wagon with pillows, woobies, books, bug spray, and two way radios, and headed for the hill. As the sun set, I was able to see their silhouettes on the top of the hill. The lantern cast a faint glow, while Dylan's sparklers bounced around until finally burning out.

While I had strict orders to stay away from the boy's camp, I was given the second half of the two way radios. This came in handy for their emergency:

"Uh, Mama? Um, well... we really need some snacks up here."

Luckily for them, I had popcorn and blueberry muffins. I was able to snap a couple pictures before being completely banished to the house.

Mark told me that Dylan read each of his books, and then said that it was time to sleep.

Apparently it was a success. The next morning, Dylan proudly announced that they would be camping again that night, and "a hundred million more times."