FRIENDS!
We got side-by-side lots with my longtime friend, A, (we’re talking from our university days, which were A LONG TIME AGO a.k.a. 2005) her husband, and two kiddos.
We stayed at one of the (many) Yogi Bear/Jellystone campgrounds, and I’d highly recommend it. Lots of stuff to do. Lots of kids and families. Plus, it was “Christmas weekend,” so that’s why my kids are wearing Santa hats in some of the pictures. (I haven’t just lost my mind)
One of their kids is right between D and C, age-wise, so the three of them played together really well. It was awesome to have two extra sets of parental eyes as we set out on walks or went to activities, because we were all collectively watching all of them. Ahhh, reinforcements.
Once the kids were in bed, the adults got to sit around the fire or play cards (or dare each other to pee out in the open, while camping neighbours may or may not have been peeping on us). It was like having two date nights without getting babysitters, because the kids were 20 feet away in the trailers!
And you know what? I feel like I cracked the Camping Code.
If you’re anything like me, this may help you …
TLDR (too long, didn’t read) version of my camping advice:
Happy trails!
xoxo
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We went for three days/four nights, so it was … lengthy? But also good? But also … three nights is a long time to camp, you know? You feel me?
We’re heading out on another camping trip tomorrow, so I thought I’d better record all of this for posterity before I forget it.
Without further ado, here are the 15 lessons I learned on our longest family (camping) vacation:
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| All photos stolen from my Instagram account |
We all know about SAHMs (stay-at-home moms), WOHMs (work-out-of-the-home moms), and WAHMs (work-at-home moms).
But I’d like to invent a brand-new acronym: “WWSP,” for work-while-they’re-sleeping parent.
There are more and more of us WWSPs, and we really aren’t the same as a work-at-home parent — because we don’t have childcare.
We also aren’t the same as a stay-at-home parent — because our naptimes and post-bedtime hours are busy, busy, busy with work.
I know work-at-home parents who have full-time or part-time childcare — either in their own home, at a sitter’s, or at a daycare facility. Their child are safe and happy with someone else, and they’re free to get down to work — it just happens to be in their own home.
The trouble with working from home without childcare is that you are still in charge of your kids while you’re working — and they may or may not be sleeping!
Yes, we WWSPs can do laundry while we’re at work — it’s great! Yes, we can make ourselves a hot lunch in the kitchen and never have to pack a yucky sandwich in a rush — it’s wonderful! Yes, we have no commute, we can use our own bathrooms, and we can wear whatever we want — probably the best parts!
But when you’re only able to work when your child is sleeping — or safely “resting” in their bedroom, at least — it puts a lot of limitations on what you’re able to get done.
I’ve ranted before about how plastic kiddie playhouses, vehicles, and furniture often come in really ugly colours. I have no idea why this happens, but perhaps the manufacturers are in cahoots with the makers of plastic-safe spray paint?
This little teal, red, and beige desk — a hand-me-down from our nieces — was no exception. But the kids adored sitting there to colour and work on their letters, so I knew I had to make it look a little prettier.
Since I planned to spray-paint the desk a few different colours, I decided to take it apart — rather than just taping off certain areas. So I started by dragging the whole thing out to the backyard, and attacking it with a screwdriver. There were little white plastic caps over all of the screws, so I did my best to not lose them in the grass.
It was a really hot day, the screws were stubborn, and there was possibly (definitely) some complaining happening. I’m not really into manual labour — I just like results.
Continue reading in my weekly DIY column, My Homemade Home …
I constantly feel overwhelmed about how much my kids need me, until the moment when it seems they don’t need me at all.
The other night, the kids and I came in from the backyard — sandy, grassy and wet with pool-water — and they ran ahead of me upstairs. I stayed back for a minute, clearing off the counters, and then headed upstairs after them. But the door to my daughter’s room was shut, and they were happily playing inside with her dollhouse.
I almost went in and told them it was time for a bath, but I decided to go back downstairs. They were playing nicely together — sharing, even! — so who I was to interrupt that?
I swept the entire main level, watered my hanging baskets, and checked Instagram. Then I just sat on the bottom step, and listened to the giggling from upstairs. Our son was a year and a half when our daughter was born, and now they are two and four. I have been in a near-constant state of frenzy for four years now.
Continue reading over in my weekly parenting column, The Mom Scene …