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Expedition Leader
Happy New Year kids. This little tale of six adventurers shall be prefaced thus:
You've got to call those skills back into active duty when you camp with a toddler. Our little thing, Chloe, will sleep relatively rock-like for the whole night so long as we do the process right. Climb up in the tent with her, read some books, whisper, suck down 6 ounces of milk, lay down together, whisper more stories about the moon, a coyote (mischievous sucker), maybe a hippopotamus. She likes that stuff. And two or three runs though Sheep in A Jeep.
"Sheep shove! Sheep Grunt! Sheep don't think to look up front . . ."
Once we're good and mellow, I'll lay down, close my eyes and hope for the power of suggestion to work. Chloe will tickle my nose with her blanket and giggle instead. Slowly, though, she'll lay down, grab her little stuffed hippo, moan and squirm, then stare at the ceiling. Blinking. Blinking. Drifting. Longer blinks. A sigh. A trickle of drool. Just give it another minute or two.
Good to go. I swear it feels like being 16 and shimmying down the oak tree outside the bedroom window at 1:00 am.
Thinking "as light as a feather" I'll slide out the tent door, tip toe down the ladder, and stoke the campfire. From there? Place your bets, fill your glass, and hang out with the stars and the moon and your friends.
What with no television, wi-fi, and those obnoxious singing toys put away we put our creativity to good use. Flashlight games and a well-wishing to our Expedition Portal friends from around the world. We did this one just for you:
Care of the FlyingFamily (Wil, Wendy and FlyingBaby), and "The F'ns" (Mark, Brooke, and Chloe.
More photos for your viewing pleasure and new year joy.
Traveling and camping with kids - the really little toddler kind - takes you back to some old days. Those days when you learned and mastered the fine craft of sneaking out of the house . . .
You've got to call those skills back into active duty when you camp with a toddler. Our little thing, Chloe, will sleep relatively rock-like for the whole night so long as we do the process right. Climb up in the tent with her, read some books, whisper, suck down 6 ounces of milk, lay down together, whisper more stories about the moon, a coyote (mischievous sucker), maybe a hippopotamus. She likes that stuff. And two or three runs though Sheep in A Jeep.
"Sheep shove! Sheep Grunt! Sheep don't think to look up front . . ."
Once we're good and mellow, I'll lay down, close my eyes and hope for the power of suggestion to work. Chloe will tickle my nose with her blanket and giggle instead. Slowly, though, she'll lay down, grab her little stuffed hippo, moan and squirm, then stare at the ceiling. Blinking. Blinking. Drifting. Longer blinks. A sigh. A trickle of drool. Just give it another minute or two.
Good to go. I swear it feels like being 16 and shimmying down the oak tree outside the bedroom window at 1:00 am.
Thinking "as light as a feather" I'll slide out the tent door, tip toe down the ladder, and stoke the campfire. From there? Place your bets, fill your glass, and hang out with the stars and the moon and your friends.
What with no television, wi-fi, and those obnoxious singing toys put away we put our creativity to good use. Flashlight games and a well-wishing to our Expedition Portal friends from around the world. We did this one just for you:
Care of the FlyingFamily (Wil, Wendy and FlyingBaby), and "The F'ns" (Mark, Brooke, and Chloe.
More photos for your viewing pleasure and new year joy.
