Ok, here's the thing. Camping is one of my favorite things in the world. I love sleeping in fresh air and sleeping in. I love sitting around a campfire, drinking beer, making s'mores and laughing loudly with friends. I love reading in my tent and taking an afternoon nap. I love biking with my husband around the grounds. I love that it lets you be lazy for a weekend, save the setup, take down and laundry once home.
But let's think for a minute. All those things I love about camping? Aren't exactly the same with a baby. So, it still has it's fun parts. And I love sharing things I love with Meredith. But am I eagerly awaiting our next trip? Not exactly. Maybe if Meredith hadn't gotten up at 5 on Saturday and 4 on Sunday I'd feel differently. I'm not giving up but I'm glad the rest of our summer vacations involve houses.