The Curse Of The TENT

Yes, I said CURSE. Our tent hates us. It seems like every time we camp in our tent, we have the worst night! It usually consists of no sleep, crying children and vomit. Not to mention, it gets cold in a tent! And squishy. Fitting six in a tent is no easy feat. Especially, when mom insists on a cot. I don't sleep on the ground anymore.

Last weekend was our ward camp out and unfortunately, the campsite was not big enough to allow trailers. *sob* So, we packed up our tent and all the supplies we could think of and headed into the wilderness. I really love my trailer. We set up camp and joined the others for dinner and campfire fun. All too soon, my son decided to do a "Porter". He burned his hand on a lantern. So, by the time we had him bandaged up, he was looking a little tired. We were in our tent at this time and Porter was crying (burns hurt) so I had him in his pajamas and cuddled on my lap with a blanket tucked tight around us. He finally falls asleep and Scott and I are talking about how we can get him off my lap and into his sleeping bag, when I feel my leg get really warm and it start to spread down my leg. sigh. My son has just peed on my leg. And of course, anticipating an accident, I brought him extra underwear and shorts. No extra pajamas. Luckily, I had not changed into my pajamas, yet, so I didn't have to sleep in my underwear, like Porter did.

All this time, Zoey is a bouncing ball of energy. She did not want to be confined to the tent. Did I mention the tent isn't very big? Anyway, she ran around as best as she could until she literally, collapsed onto a pillow and was out.

I slept poorly that night. Part of the tent collapsed or something, because I had tent wall in my face all night and I woke up slightly damp. I love my trailer.

Of course with all the excitement, I didn't take pictures, so about 10 minutes before we left I ran around and tried to take pictures.

This seems to be the only pictures we get of Regan lately. We've hit the teen attitude early. Yes, April, laugh. Go on. Just get it out!
I keep trying to get a picture of Zoey's mean face, which she gives EVERYONE! But every time I turn the camera in her direction, she smiles. It's the funniest thing. She could be crying her eyes out, but the minute the camera is pointed in her direction, she beams!
This is Zoey's favorite position. I think I may have to get this child into gymnastics.

Oh, one more thing: I LOVE MY TRAILER!!!!