A guide to camping with toddlers

If you had asked me how I enjoyed camping with a one-year-old and a three-year-old about two hours into the trip, I would have burst into tears and told you we were NEVER DOING IT AGAIN.

And we hadn’t even arrived at the campground yet …
We have not traveled much with our little brood. Not really at all, actually, unless you count overnights into “the city,” which is only an hour’s drive away. 
Before we had kids, Darling Husband and I traveled a decent amount, but we are not travel-hungry people. We are people who enjoy it for a day or two, and then just want to come home. We’re also the people who find a restaurant they like (Hi Rose’s) while traveling, and proceed to go back multiple times (rather than exploring new places). Yeah, we’re exciting people.
Since having D (who just turned three) and C (who just turned one), we always seem to find excuses not to travel. Mainly that the trips are too expensive (they are) and that both of us are working too much/weird hours (we are). But also because we dreaded the hassle. The packing. The unpacking. The coercing our somewhat rigid little people into new situations. Going into the city for overnights was a pain, so we couldn’t imagine doing more than that until they were older.
But then my dad decided to give us his 1990 tent trailer … 

… and we happily accepted it, got excited about it, started pinning camping tips and trailer makeovers, forked over too much money for registration, plates, safety inspection, and a hitch for the van, and began planning our first camping trip.
I can’t really describe our inaugural trip without saying “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” 
But it was, and it was. 
So I’m going to try to break it down in a way that sums up what we did right, what we did wrong, and what we’ll definitely do differently the next time. Hopefully this info will someday help people who attempt to go camping with toddlers (God have mercy on your soul).
What went wrong:
  • It was 31C the first day. I’m a monster in the heat. I’m also not used to being outside this much. There is no air-conditioning when you’re camping, unless you’re the trailer NEXT-DOOR TO US that had air-conditioning. I was jealous and quite possibly psycho.
  • Darling Husband and I both got injured from setting up/taking down the trailer
  • It was madness trying to keep C and D from running into the dirt road directly in front of our campsite (which had a surprising amount of trucks, trailers, etc. cruising along at all times)
  • It took Darling Husband about 18 hours to set up the trailer, so I was wrangling the kids and taking them around the grounds for about 18 hours. In the insane heat. Alone. Did I mention I don’t do well in the heat?
  • D freaked out that he didn’t want to use the potty or the washroom, because he wanted to go “at home.” (But he eventually went)
  • C constantly ate stuff she found on the ground. And destroyed things. And cried and fussed. (So basically, just average stuff for her)
  • Darling Husband set up the awning without anchoring it to the ground, so a gust of wind sent the metal poles crashing into me … and my knee
  • We had packed SO MUCH STUFF, yet could never find anything. When we needed something outside the trailer, it was inside the trailer. When we needed something inside the trailer, it was still in the van. Nothing was accessible, ever.
  • Everyone got too hungry, all the time, despite having packed approximately 5,430 tons of food. Why? Because getting to the “food bin” was a pain in the butt, all the time, and we often got sidetracked trying to keep one or both children alive.
  • Darling Husband and I almost got divorced in the parking lot of a Best Western. (Long story, but we were both starving and had stopped here to get lunch on the way to the campground. After unbuckling the kids and trucking them inside, the front desk informs us that their restaurant is CLOSED on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. We dragged everyone back to the car, rebuckled carseats, and then both promptly turned into the crazy hungry people in the Snickers commercials. Not a pretty moment for us.)
  • We forgot to pack steak spice. This sounds like a little thing, but damn, that was a disappointing steak!
  • Darling Husband didn’t think we needed the dining shelter (massive bug tent that surrounds the picnic table), so he didn’t set it up. Even though I begged him to. But he didn’t. You get the idea.
  • Massive amounts of bug-bites for all.
  • There were a lot of bugs in the pool. And Band-Aids. So many Band-Aids.
  • I tried to make friends with a woman in the pool, and she blew me off. (All I did was compliment her daughter’s Dora The Explorer bathing suit and tell her she should be friends with D, because Dora is his fave, and she looked at me like I was a perve!)
  • Darling Husband spent every dollar I had on firework. If I’d had more dollars, he would have bought more firewood. (I think buying it and using it was the highlight of the trip, for him.)
  • Did I mention how freaking hot it was?
  • Keeping the kids away from the campfire added six years to my life, and lots of grey hair. OMG FIRE, KEEP AWAY FROM IT, NOOOO.
  • D didn’t want to sleep “in da tway-ler” because he wanted to sleep “in da boo house” (our house is not blue, hmmm)
  • I was so tired by the time we got both kids asleep that I followed shortly thereafter, which was kind of a bummer considering JIFFYPOP!
  • The biotches at the next few campsites were all friends (all camping without their hubbies) and stayed up late yakking around their fire, which kept me awake, because I can’t just NOT LISTEN to a conversation. I’m nosy a journalist.
  • When you are camping, you feel perpetually grimy. I don’t do grimy well.
  • The store didn’t open until 10 a.m., and I spent approximately 90 minutes pushing the double stroller around the (steep! hilly!) campground in the drizzle while D asked me repeatedly if “da store is open now?” All because we wanted to buy a Yogi Bear souvenir. When the store finally opened, he burst into a tantrum because he had to pee, and we left without buying a damn thing.
  • Did I mention how muggy it was?
What we did right:
  • We set up the kids’ beds as exact replicas of their beds at home. For D, this was especially important, since he is sensitive to change and likes things to be a certain (i.e. USUAL) way. We used his usual bedsheets, blankets, stuffed animals, water cup — even the exact books he’d had in his bed at home. We also put up the bedrail, which he doesn’t use at home anymore, but we didn’t want him falling out of the (very high) trailer bed. He was reluctant to go to bed, but once he got in and saw how familiar it looked, he settled very quickly. We were shocked (and pleased).
  • We collapsed the kitchen table and set up C’s playard on it. She’s pretty used to sleeping in her playard (naps at other people’s houses, etc.) so she was fine with this. It was the only place in the entire trailer that it would have fit, but it worked out well. She had her own little bed, and she fell asleep instantly. Win!
  • We picked a campground with a lot of kid-friendly activities. For our first-ever camping trip with the kids, we picked a Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park that was a little over two hours from our house. They had a massive playground that included big wooden structures to climb on (a train, a tractor), a pool that included a tiny kiddie pool and a splash centre, and one of those awesome giant jumping pillows. D was in heaven! Apparently during the “high season” (which started a few days after our trip), they also have bumper boats just for toddlers, mini-golf, sports, and organized activities with counselors. Definitely a great place to camp with kids.
  • We got a campsite close to everything. This was luck on our part, but it worked out well. We were right across from the pool and the jumping pillow, and basically right across from the playground, too. We still had to take turns staying with the kids, but it made it easy to wave each other over to “relieve us” when we needed to switch places. Of course, this lot also meant there was zero privacy (we’re used to treed lots from our single-people camping days). But convenience trumps privacy, especially when you have two toddlers.
  • We packed a travel potty. D spent most of the time walking to the public washrooms with me or Darling Husband (since our tent trailer was the only one at the campground that didn’t have its own bathroom doesn’t have a bathroom). But I was glad we’d packed a stand-alone potty to keep in the trailer. Before we put D to bed, we explained he could crawl down in the middle of the night and use it to pee if he had to go. We both totally assumed he would probably have an accident or freak out and cry for us to help him, since it was an unfamiliar place. But we woke up in the morning and — lo and behold — there was pee in the potty. He hadn’t even woken us up when he went. Good job, kid!
  • We baby-proofed the trailer. Since D and C were going to be alone in the trailer at night, while Darling Husband and I sat around the campfire, we wanted to make sure it was D-proof — since he’s known for being, uh, curious. We didn’t hook up the indoor stove at all, and just used a portable BBQ outside on the picnic table. We stuck outlet-covers in all of the outlets, and I’d packed all of the sharp knives, matches, lighters, scissors, etc. in a plastic tub that stayed in the van. All of the medicine and first aid supplies stayed in a separate bag, also tucked away in the van. I don’t think he did any exploring when he was supposed to be in bed, but you never know with D!
  • We kept the sunscreen handy. I don’t think I’ve ever put so much sunscreen on little people in my life! You don’t realize how little time you spend outside until you’re spending basically every minute outside. Luckily, the sunscreen was not something that was ever hard to locate.
  • We packed those multi-packs of sugary cereal. I think eating two bowls of Froot Loops was the highlight of the trip for me, since we only ever buy boring cereal at home. What a treat to eat those brightly-coloured little hoops again, mmmmm. (Oh, and D calls Frosted Flakes “Tiger food” which is adorbs, obvi.)
What we’ll do different next time:
  • We will spread out a tarp below the door of the trailer. All of the experienced campers did these at their sites, and it looked really convenient. Walk out, step on something clean, put your shoes on, etc.
  • We will organize all of the crap. It felt like the picnic table was constantly covered in crap. Food containers, dishes, toys, sun hats, random crap, etc. I want to be able to have a few heavy-duty plastic bins near the trailer that we can use for storage. 
  • We will set up the goddamn dining shelter. I don’t care if we don’t see a single bug when we arrive, Darling Husband. It’s going UP! Mama needs a shaded, bug-free spot to sit and eat, please. And it would be pretty nice to have a contained spot for the kids to run around, without constantly fearing they are running into the road.
  • We will pack a smaller “food bin” so it can stay in the trailer. I don’t think we necessary had too much food (well, yeah, we did) but what I didn’t like was not being able to access it. The damn food bin literally lived in the minivan, and we did not, so … yeah. Being able to have all of the food together (i.e. mini-fridge and tub of dry goods) all together will make it much easier to get everyone fed. Eating out of a van is just wrong.
  • We will pack a larger clothesline. Do you know how many wet towels, bathing suits, clothes, and swim diapers that are generated by a family of four? We would just LOOK at the pool, and suddenly there was a pile of wet, drippy clothes. Next time, we’re building a clothesline as far as the eye can see.
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So as you can see, our first camping experience with the kids was … a lot of things. Exhausting. Frustrating. Dirty. Stressful. Kind of terrible at times.
But it was also fun. 
And a new experience. 
And kind of awesome at times.

I came home ready to light the trailer on fire, but we’re already planning our next trip, so that should tell you something. (I’m not me when I’m hungry, and Instagram does a great job of reminding me that there WERE really great moments, too.)
Happy Trails!
xoxo

Life lately

I always joke to Darling Husband that you can easily tell when my life gets really, really busy — it’s when I don’t have time to blog. 
But that’s actually the truth, and I think it’s the same for a lot of bloggers (who don’t blog professionally). Work takes priority. And sometimes, when you feel like you’re working until your fingers are going to fall off from so much typing (hi), you just don’t have the time and energy to blog (hi again).
I’ve been working a lot lately, which is good and bad. Good because MONEY, HONEY. Bad because I get that chest-tightening stressed-to-the-max feeling that I may have taken on more than I can handle. 
And, you know, because it’s me, I will handle it all. My fingers may literally burn off from too much typing, but dammit, you can bet your bottom dollar I won’t miss a deadline.
I try not to feel guilty that I’m working more mornings lately (in addition to my naptime-worktime, which is SACRED WORK TIME NO MATTER WHAT). I try to remind myself that C is nearly 14 (!) months old now, and if I was still working at a full-time “real job,” I would have been back at work for two or three months already.
But with so many friends on maternity leave, it screws with my thinking, I think. It makes me think I am, too. Somedays I skip off to the park or a playdate with the kids, to meet up with our friends and hang out for the morning, and I’m like “Yeahhhh, it’s great to be a stay-at-home mom!”
But then, you know, I realize I have to shove everybody back in the minivan, rush home, throw together lunch like a madwoman, coerce everyone to eat quickly because “Mama’s got to work,” and then get everyone hustled up the stairs, cleaned up, and put down for naps. Then I tear back down the steps at a breakneck pace, toss on my headset, and dive into a sea of Google Docs — making and receiving calls, writing my ass off, and generally trying not to panic at the amount of work I’m cramming into a couple of hours.
I’m sort of a stay-at-home mom. 
Except that I’m also not one?
I’m very, very grateful to work from home, and get to spend so much time with my kids. I’m even more grateful to love what I do. Sometimes I wish I worked less — or at least thought about work less, and stressed over it less — and sometimes I think I wouldn’t mind working a little more … in a real office, with peace and quiet and no one throwing Playmobil pieces at me.
It’s nothing new for a working mom to strive for “balance.” Does anyone actually have it yet? I think I’ll settle for a bit more compartmentalizing.
When I’m with the kids, I need to stop worrying about when my articles are due, and who hasn’t called me back. It’s my nature to be a perfectionist (about work things, not about crafty things, of course). It’s my nature to desperately want my editors’ approval and UNDYING PRAISE (although I shouldn’t). 
But I need to keep reminding myself that (A) I’m a freelancer, not an editor, and (B) They are not paying me to worry about my work when I’m not even in my office.
We are planning our first family camping trip, and I’m looking forward to a couple of days away with my peeps. I need to take more deep breaths, and stop putting so much pressure on myself. Because you know what I’m (slowly) starting to learn? It’s this … 

How to host a Mickey Mouse birthday party (on a budget)

Since C turned one exactly six weeks before D turned three, we knew we wanted to host their “friend party” together.
It makes sense at this age, since they have all of the same friends — and otherwise, we’d be hosting two parties for the exact same group of people just six weeks apart. Kaching!
So we decided to have their “friend party” on a date between their two birthdays, and have family parties on their actual birthdays.
Here’s how it all went down … 
We invited 22 babies and kids, and 20 were able to come, so that mean 22 kids — including D and C — as well as about 20 adults. Luckily we rented the gym of a local rec centre for just $25/hour. It was well worth it to have so much space, and the kids could go wild running around and playing.
I made the invitations by printing out the details on regular white printer paper, cutting around it with pinking shears, punching holes in the top, and using a polka-dot ribbon to tie it to a section of Mickey Mouse themed cardstock. I got the cardstock at Michael’s during a scrapbooking sale (four sheets for $0.99!) and only paid about $1 for the spool of ribbon, it they were very inexpensive. I also bought a package of red envelopes at Michael’s for mailing them all out.
I made this sign to post on the doors of the rec centre, so people would know they reached the right place. I also cut out a bunch of paper “Mickey ears” and taped them to the floor leading into the gym, so the kids loved stepping on those as they arrived.

I bought sheets of red bristol board (posterboard or oaktag to my American readers) at the Dollar Store, cut them into strips, taped them together, and made a few banners for the walls. For the letters, I just cut them out of sheets of white printer paper and glue-gunned them on.

Since we were having so many LITTLE guests (one-year-olds, two-year-olds, three-year-olds, and a few babies), I knew I wanted to do mini-cupcakes. I’ve been at kiddie parties where D takes one lick of icing and then hands his mangled cupcake to me to eat, and I feel bad tossing it and getting my own, so I eat his, and … yeah, no. I didn’t want that. I figured little kids could eat one (or several), and adults could easily eat several without having to share.
I used two boxes of cake mix (one vanilla, one chocolate), and in my head, I’d figured that would make four pans of 24 minis (since two cake mixes would normally make 48 cupcakes). But no, it made way more than that. I believe it was 144 in the end. SO. MANY. MINIS.
I frosted everything with homemade vanilla buttercream (Buddy the Cake Boss’s recipe) and my mother-in-law’s delicious Hershey recipe, and they were great. Normally I’d do the cake from scratch, too, but when a cupcake is this teeny, I don’t see the point. I had bought the cake mixes on sale for $0.99, so it was perfect.

I wish I could take credit for arranging them in this Mickey shape, but it wasn’t my idea. Little Sis and her superstar BFF were helping me set up for the party, and they figured this out themselves. It was adorable!

For the non-Mickey cupcakes, I had made cupcake toppers using little cardstock scrapbook embellishments I’d bought at Michael’s, plus a few little wooden Cs and Ds in honour of the birthday kids.

With Mickey Mouse Clubhouse as a theme, I knew I wanted to do cute food labels. It would make even basic party food seem themed, even though none of it really was! (I didn’t have the patience to try those chocolate-dipped Oreo Mickey creations, sorry) I just downloaded some character pics, popped them into Microsoft Word, added some text, and got them printed at our local Staples (since we don’t have a colour printer).
I cut out the signs, glued them onto leftover red bristol board, and they were good to go! (I think they may have been my favourite part of the party)
Why does Blogger hate me, and not want to flip this photo?
I had painted a ceramic “1” and “3” yellow, but didn’t have a clear plan for them when we got to the venue to decorate. So they wound up on the present table, as a way to separate C’s and D’s gifts. Their very first gifts were from my sister’s bestie, H, and they were in Minnie and Mickey bags — how perfect! It made it really easy for people to see where to set down their gifts.
When guests walked in, they could put on a Mickey hat and even some temporary tattoos of Mickey and the crew. I bought the red polka-dot hats at our local Dollar Store (I think it was 8/$3) and just glued on black cardstock circles to make “ear.” Very simple, and the table looked great. Not too many people wore the hats, though!
I got really lucky with the loot bags, because I’d picked up packages of Mickey-printed ones at Zellers before they closed. I think I got each package of eight for less than $1 — it was a crazy clearance sale. I’d also grabbed 20 packs of the Toy Story stickers, which were super-cheap during the closing-out days. So I added some cute ruler/stencil things I’d bought at the Dollar Store, a little tube of bubbles, and a baggie of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. The older kids had lollipops in their bags, too, and the babies each got a package of Mum Mum crackers.
So many cookies …
I printed off labels for the bags on white printer paper, and then glued everything to black cardstock. Then I cut out little red bows for the girls’ loot bag labels at the last minute, and swooned over them. LOVE. BOWS.
Loot bags ready to travel to the venue!
The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse tableclothes were also scooped up during the clearance days at Zellers. The plain ones are from the Dollar Store.

Everyone really like the Mickey and Minnie figurines. I’d bought a package of large styrofoam balls at Michael’s, as well as a package of tiny ones, and just glued them together to make the heads. I added red cardstock bows to the Minnies, and everyone got glued to styrofoam bowls.

I always like to display photos of the kids at their birthdays, and put out their photo books for people to flip through. D, of course, had three books on display (he gets one for each birthday), and C only has one so far. I make and order my books through Mixbook, and I can’t say enough good things about them. Love them!

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Thanks for checking out my Mickey Mouse party details! We had a great time, and the theme was perfect for a shared boy/girl party.

I’m looking forward to having another joint party for them next year, too — although I’ve promised myself I’ll scale back on the sandwich-ordering. We had a fewwwww too many leftovers!

A year of potty-training

When I tell people that we took a year to potty-train D, they often think we had a horrible time doing it. But that’s definitely not the case. We just did things in stages, and kept everything very casual and slowwww for our kind-of-rigid really rigid toddler.

(He’s the kind of kid who freaks out if his bedtime cereal is served in a plastic bowl (it must be glass), so if your kid is anything like this, you may want to take notes.)

The end result was a little boy who has had very few accidents, no freak-outs over not wanting to use the potty, and no problems.

Here’s how it all went down:

24 months (June): D turned two in June, and his baby sister, C, was just six weeks old. Darling Husband and I had sort of discussed maybe potty-training him in the warm weather, since everyone says it’s easier. So we just started letting him run around the house totally naked sometimes, and leaving a Baby Bjorn potty in the middle of the (hardwood-floored) living room. We told him if he had to pee, just sit there and pee, but kept it very casual. He quickly discovered he did NOT like the feeling of pee running down his legs (or the puddle it turned into at his feet), so he began using it easily. I’ll never forget the (hilarious) shocked expression when he first peed all over himself while standing next to the couch.

25-26 months (July & August): We continued to give D lots of “naked time” with the potty, and encouraged him to sit on it occasionally while he watched TV. He was cool with that (it was basically a chair, after all). He started using the potty seats that fit onto the regular toilets. We bought him Elmo underwear, but he was terrified of it and didn’t want to wear it. No biggie. We’ll put it away! Just, you know, use the potty, Nudie.

27 months (September): D eventually came around on the underwear front (that Elmo is a tempting guy), and began wearing undies around the house. OMIGOD little boy undies are the cutest thing ever. I spent these months practically hugging myself at the cuteness of those little blue elastic waistbands. We put the Baby Bjorn potty in the basement bathroom, since he didn’t need it in the living room anymore as a constant reminder. He had very few accidents, and often didn’t want to use the potty seat — he liked “hanging low” by dipping his little butt right inside the regular toilet seat. He continued to wear a cloth diaper for naps and when we left the house, and wear a disposable at night.

28-34 months (October through April): D continued wearing underwear all day, and he now wore his undies out of the house, too. In public! I think he only had one pee accident in public, but I can’t actually remember it happening, so it must not have been traumatic for me. Darling Husband and I were VERY nervous, because even though he was great at home, we were sure he’d get distracted out in public. But he seemed to like using “the mall potty” and “the restaurant potty,” so it was smooth sailing — except for constantly asking him if he had to go! He still wore a cloth diaper for nap, and a disposable at night.

35 months (May): We took the plunge and decided he was ready to try wearing underwear at naptime. He was probably ready earlier, but naptime is when I work (I’m a freelance journalist, if you’re just tuning in). So I was REALLY hesitant about banishing the diaper and needing to be on-call for the potty. But I was also REALLY tired of changing disgusting poopy diapers from someone who could carry on a conversation with me! One morning, after a particularly foul diaper, I just said “OK! We’re all done with diapers. You don’t need them anymore.” D was a little bewildered, but agreed to wear underwear for his nap that afternoon. He peed while he was sleeping, but it didn’t wake him up, so I felt victorious! He wore underwear that night, too, and hasn’t asked for a diaper once.

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Yes, he still pees the bed here and there — I’d say he had a 70% success ratio off the bat, and it’s more like 90% now — and he’s had a sleeping poop accident twice (not fun!). But overall, it’s been much less scary than I had imagined.

D has had a childproof lock on his bedroom door since he was 18 months old (when he went into a twin-sized bed), and we actually just took it off the other day so he could slip out to use the bathroom when he needed to go.

It’s saved us *some* running up and down the stairs, since he occasionally uses the potty and then heads straight back to bed. But it’s also caused some mischief, since our little guy loves to get into things (garbage cans, drawers, cabinets, um everything). The other day, he stood on the kitchen counter to reach the medicine cabinet, took a small pair of scissors, and cut his own hair!

All in all, I’m happy with the very low-key, low-pressure, slowwww approach we took with D. Yes, he was in underwear shortly after he turned two, but he also wasn’t night-trained until just before he turned three. I have friends who have waited until their kids were at least 2 1/2 and then trained them in a matter of days, and I’m very impressed by that. But I know D, and I know how he doesn’t like changes in routine. He handled this mellow approach beautifully.

No more diapers! Well, for him, at least. Little C still has a good 12-15ish months left in them. But I have to say, no more disgusting adult-sized gross BIG KID diapers is certainly a nice change!

xoxo

We almost made it …

We made it allllllmost three years without one: a toddler stomach flu.

It’s true. In almost three years of parenthood, we’d never encountered a child with an actual stomach flu. D had only thrown up once (on Darling Husband’s last birthday!) and we suspected it was from too much cake. It was a one-time thing, no biggie (says the person who did not clean the carpet).

But the other day, the flu struck poor D. He threw up from 11 p.m. on Sunday night until 9 a.m. this morning (Tuesday). We’d think he was getting better, and then … he wasn’t.

Luckily, the little guy was in great spirits even through the worst of it. He kept saying “I feel better now! I go dow-a-sairs and play cars and trucks?” and I was like, “Uh, sorry, don’t trust you on the carpet yet.”

Here’s what I learned in the last 48 hours of pukedom:

  • I get really, really, really, grossed out by throw-up
  • Darling Husband is the best man in the world for cleaning it up 
  • When Darling Husband was at work, I surprised myself by manning up (womaning up?) and cleaning it all up myself (without throwing up)
  • A toddler who will beg for Gatorade in any other situation will not TOUCH Gatorade when he actually should be drinking
  • Pedialyte is not an acceptable beverage, apparently
  • Toddlers will not throw up in a mixing bowl, even if you beg, because, duh, that’s the bowl we bake out of, Mom
  • They eventually learn how to get to the toilet in time … sometimes
  • Doing three loads of wash between 11 a.m. and 4 a.m. is … not fun
Hope everyone else’s household is healthy!
xoxo