Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

Here we are at, Camp Granada!

Well, Meadowmere Park to be exact.  Where is that, you ask?  As Jeremy puts it, "Three miles from our house, as the crow flies."  Not far.  It was our first camping experience as a party of four, and it was a complete and total success!  Woo to the hoo!

We headed to the camp ground after the boys' nap time on a Saturday afternoon.  Somehow, Jeremy and I managed to get the tent up and secured despite 70 mile an hour winds trying to stop us.  I'm making that number up of course, but the point is that it was WIN-DY!  And that made tent-pitching hard for us amateurs.  But we got 'er done.

Meadowmere Park is located on Lake Grapevine, so we had access to a cute little children's beach that Miles and Knox loved.  I mean really, they had an absolute ball wading out in the water with their floaties and Crocs (the sand was a tad rocky), splashing around, and attempting their back floats and downward dog poses.

Some other kids had left remnants of some pretty sophisticated sand castles, to which Tazzy and Spazzy annihilated in a matter of seconds.

After spending a couple hours at the beach, we headed back up to camp and the boys played in the tent while we fixed dinner.

Knox playing possum.

Hot dogs, Pringles, and peaches for dinner, and S'mores for dessert.  Jeremy and I both confessed that we're not the biggest fans of S'mores, but it seemed sacrilegious to do anything else.  So we adhered to tradition just this once.

As for the boys, I don't think Miles cared for them much.  He's not that into sweets in general, but we did learn that S'mores make a good paintbrush.

Knox, on the other hand.  Well, you decide.

After dinner we had some daylight left, so we headed down to a little beach not too far from our tent to throw rocks and sticks.

Last we headed back to the tent, where we washed up and Jeremy told ghost stories.

Not really.  I think it was The Three Little Pigs.  But after that, it was well past Miles and Knox's usual bedtime so we put them in the tent, while Jeremy and I sat out by the fire.  The boys giggled and played in the tent for almost two more hours before they finally laid on their sleeping bags.  They had the best time in the world, and I have to say it was a joy to my heart to hear those two sweet boys giggling and having the time of their lives together.  What fun!

The next morning at the crack of dawn, Miles remembered something from his time with Knox in the tent the night before that he was very proud of.  

"Mommy!" he said.  "Look what I did with your keys last night!"

Tired and sore from the typical, terrible night's sleep in a tent (at least in my experience), I ignored him in hopes that he would lay back down and go back to sleep.  Put he's persistent, so finally I said, "What?"

"See, I made little holes in the window!"

And sure enough, I looked up to find little holes poked all through one of the mesh windows of our brand new tent.

Life is very entertaining...