Bob set up a tent in our living room this weekend so the boys could go camping! They absolutely loved it...until it came time to actually go to sleep. They apparently didn't want to sleep at all. Eventually the boys ended up in their own beds, my husband included. I woke up and saw an empty tent and Bob telling me that it was the worst night ever. I guess we won't be having anymore campouts for awhile.
Bob says that by way of clarification, he actually has been camping with Rex and it went fine, but being at home the boys were just uncontrollable. Plus, he couldn't stand the thought of sleeping on the floor when he could be in bed with me!
(the next morning)
(the next morning)
7 comments:
The worst night ever? Wow. That's a strong statement. At least they were just in the living room and not out somewhere in the mountains without actual beds a few feet away.
And the funny thing is you'll only remember the good parts later because everyone looks so happy in the pictures...
this post made me laugh. :)
He he. That's funny. I agree with Laura's comment!
I guess it's a good thing he did a trial run in the living room, before having a "worst night ever" in the woods without you! :O) LOL!
that tent is probably full of chicken pox germs!!!!! YUMMY! :)
Nice try, anyway, right?
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