And, this is where they awoke as 8-year-olds...
Now while this might look lovely and all and serene and you may think it very peaceful to lie awake in a tent listening to the waves all night, in reality it was quite possible the worst night's sleep I have had since having twin infants. Seriously! Rather than the soothing lull of waves crashing onto the beach I listened to...
"Moooooooooommmmmmm....I am soooooooooo uncomfortablllllllleeeee."
And, "Mooooooommmmmmm... What time is itttttttttt?"
And, "Mooooooommmmmmmmm... Can we go hoooooommmmmmeeeee?"
Allllllll night loooooooooonnnnnnggggggg.....
And, for the record, it was just coming from Henry. Nelson was a trooper and didn't complain much. To Henry's defense it was stifling hot in the tent when we all checked in. There was not the slightest of breeze to cool oneself until about 1:00 am when a 20 mph wall hit us and Clark and I were scrambling out of the tent to anchor the kitchen tent that was moments away from setting sail across the dunes. In the dark, in the wind, we were able to secure it and retire back to our tent where the dead calm of the sea air gave way to winds whipping the tent to-and-fro that which I believe made our little campers a bit nervous... Not to mention the lightening storm that passed overhead and kept the tents well illuminated throughout the rest of the night... They did, however, awake (or actually emerge from the tent) as 8-year-olds... Survivors! And the morning looked a little like this...
And about as quickly as these colors faded into daylight we were packed up and heading for home...
Cheers to being 8 boys!! We are so proud of you!
1 comment:
Thanks for the laugh! Sometimes those 'not so fabulous' moments make wonderful memories and will give you many laughs in the future. The boys will forever remember that night camping with their parents and it will put smiles on their faces. Gorgeous pictures, girl.
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