Sounds like a disaster, right? Nope, not to my dear hubs. He was downright out of his mind when he thought it’d be great to go camping with our babies AND dogs. He badgered me for being such a Debbie downer about the idea of it. I complained and whined and freaked out from the first mention of it, all the way til the end of it.

It was Father’s day weekend so I applaud Chris  for having to put up with my negativities and complaints. Not only did he suck it up but he would return early after leaving to surf with the boys because I was alone with the babies and dogs. And well, Vanessa was there as well, but it’s not her responsibility to watch after my dogs and kids. So I thought that Chris was a hero for coming back to my rescue. He did that all on his own. Amaze balls. Seriously. That melted my heart.

We were off to a late start the first day. We didn’t get there til 6pm. And the drive there was long and flooded with country music laced in with whining and crying from the babes. Both of them crying as if trying to compete for the title of loudest baby. But we scooted along in that awful traffic with the best attitude we could put forth.

Naomi was filled with all sorts of excitement that she couldn’t sleep the first night. Each time I tried to feed Beau in the middle of the night, she was awake, standing in her crib, alert and perky, greeting Beau, “Hi Beau!” To which I replied, “It’s night night time, Naomi, go to sleep.”

The following day was exhausting considering the lack of sleep we got (as a whole family) both kids were up at 5 am and were wanting to “play” while Chris and I were on the verge of “blessing” ourselves. We sat on the beach most of the day and Naomi was just watching and observing with glazed eyes. She was so tired, she was a Zombie for the rest of the day and thats with 2 naps. She did sleep that night, only to wake up again at 5am the next day.

Between Zozo being such a spaz and Naomi not sleeping, it was a nightmare. We were ready to just pack up and leave at 5 am. Then came 2 cups of coffee. They were nice and hot, and so good. It definitely took off the edge and made us realize we could hang in there a bit longer. And so we did. We cooked breakfest and packed at the same time. By the time we had everything packed and ready to go, kids loaded up, dogs in the van, the car wouldn’t start up. It was hot. And the car would not start up. Gabe brought his cable jumper and feed us some juice. And we almost caved and called AAA after half an hour of futile attempts at starting the car, when suddenly it decides to turn on. Engine roaring, we jumped in and said Peace OUT!

When all is said and done, Chris says he’d do it again. And we should do it once a year. Coo Coo.