This past weekend, Scott and I trekked it out to the Tahoe area/Nevada border for a night of camping with the VV clan.
It was a loooong trip—about 6.5 hours each way—for such a short stay, but the end result was worth it for the clean, mountain air (and, of course, S’MORES).
Not to mention, the family bonding time and chance to huddle up to close to this one in a sleeping bag.
Because hot damn it was freezing at night (around 30 degrees).
Luckily, there was always a crackling fire going and a Grammie(/Joan) to snuggle up to if you’re small enough. (Lucky things.)
Plus, any chance to hang out with these munchkins, I’m all over like Jon Gosselin on, well, Ed Hardy, underage chicks and a chance at a cameo at Life & Style, if we’re being honest.
There were toys…
…and hiding from the paparazzi, too, before we had our morning faces on.
At one particularly chilly point my hat and gloves disappeared…and then resurfaced from under a sleeping bag again, looking all innocent and such.
Miss Kiva taught me all about “rock bouldering.” “But you have to be very careful. I don’t have to be careful, though, because I’m an expert at bouldering,” the sassy one told me.
There was also Cat’s Cradle, and if that didn’t take me back…I tried to wow Kiva with my tea cup string trick, and she looked at me bored, as only a five year old can do, and said, “that doesn’t look like a teacup.”
Jack, on the other hand, is a little easier to please. Hand him an empty roll of toilet paper, and hours worth of entertainment ensue.
And if I do say so myself, our camp was the most well-decorated of all. Because no site is complete without eerie paintings of creepy children hanging from the trees…am I right?
Yes, it was the perfect weekend.
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