While cleaning the trailer out late Saturday afternoon, Daddy and I had a great idea…let’s go camping! Sometimes I like to do crazy spontaneous things and it just happens I married a wonderful man who is willing to indulge me. So…we packed up the trailer for another week long trip.
We are camping close enough to home that Daddy can still go to work during the day and we brought all the “technology” so I can work from the campsite.
After arriving at the campground, we set ourselves up and headed out for a day trip down to Plimoth Plantation. It was Little Miss Fancy’s first time and she had a blast. One of the 17th Century women put the girls to work watering the garden and beating the bedding with a stick. They also spent some time feeding a bull…this was not a recognized chore and is possibly frowned upon by the establishment. We were given a private tour to the chicken coup where the Princess announced it smelled like chicken poop and spent a lot of time asking many questions about life in a new colony, during the 17th century. During all this we periodically gazed out to the ocean and breathed in the warm, salty air. I can’t imagine being anything but truly relaxed there!
When we returned back to our campsite we roasted hot dogs and Smores over a roaring fire. The kids all found their own sticks and Daddy whittled the ends for them. Everyone was exhausted and super giddy…there were lots of giggles and silly jokes. Halfway during the meal we were visited by a very odd looking Caterpillar. Someone tried to feed it leaves, some of us took pictures, we all got a really close look. Once we were all finished studying him, I gently tossed him onto a bush and was met by screams from all three kids doing a voice over for the Caterpillar falling to the ground. What a bunch of cheeky monkey’s I’m living with and I love them all! I’m just so blessed!
Before and After pictures of the backseat crew…
Now that’s a good day!