First Daddy and Son Campout

We took Jeremy camping when he was about six months old. It did not go well. It was really cold, so Jeremy and I slept in the back of the Highlander, while Ryan slept alone in the tent. Jer was up all night (I'm really not exaggerating), and I got maybe a couple hours of sleep. We had been planning on hiking the next day, but Jeremy and I were so exhausted, we opted to head home as soon as we got the camp packed up at dawn.

We were understandably nervous about trying that again. We take the kids all over the wilderness in their baby backpacks, but come bedtime, we are all warm and snug in our beds at home. But California winters are much, much milder than Colorado ones, so in late January Ryan wanted to try another overnighter with Jer.

We found a cute creekside campsite just half an hour from home (in case Ryan needed to abort mid-night). Chloe and I joined the boys for fire roasted hot dogs and smores before heading back home and leaving the boys to brave the night alone.



Jeremy did pretty well. He had fun hanging out in the tent with daddy before bed and get this, watching Veggie Tales on Ryan's iPhone. During the night Jer did wake up a couple of times after having wiggled out of his sleeping bag and getting cold, but with a quick retuck, he would fall back asleep.

Getting ready for bed


Eating breakfast

Before coming home, the boys drove to a couple of lakes to explore and throw rocks.