Cristy Camping

I am not the wild outdoorsy type.

I know it comes as a great shock to those that know me well.

But every now and then, my inner "I love s'mores" self will rear it's ugly head and demand to be fed.

This weekend was just the perfect time for what I like to call "Cristy Camping."

You roast hotdogs, run inside for the ketchup. You get chilly- no problem, just run in for a sweatshirt. Tired of the dogs begging for your food? Send them inside. Need more marshmallows? Second shelf of the pantry. And when everyone gets cranky, we all head to our soft, fluffy beds.

I think you get the point.

This weekend we had a rare night when ALL SIX of us were in the same place at the same time.
A perfect time for a Cristy Camping night!

The babies of my bunch. Sigh...
The master at s'moreology. Seriously. They are better than the rest.
Gianna loves s'mores. She hates being dirty and sticky. She is the perfect child for Cristy Camping. God is good like that.
My oldest two. My heart is full...
These impromptu events would not happen if we were in Tampa. I am SO THANKFUL we are still at home. (for now at least)


Comments

  1. j23crewNovember 10, 2009 at 12:02 PM

    likes this

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  2. AnonymousNovember 10, 2009 at 12:59 PM

    From someone who does alot of camping, this made me laugh and chuckle all morning.

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  3. amyNovember 10, 2009 at 10:26 PM

    That's my kind of camping, too. I also appreciate having of flush toilets in close proximity! So glad you're home (at least for now.)

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  4. KahriNovember 11, 2009 at 8:39 PM

    I am sooo thankful you are home, too. (at least for now) Love your pics and your "camping!!" My hubby might actually like that kind of camping!! Love you Cristy!

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  5. AnneNovember 23, 2009 at 3:34 AM

    Too funny...and too true. And I am right there with you on the whole camping thing. Took the boys camping last year and promptly informed D when he returned that I had fufilled my camping obligations forever.
    Cabins with running water and beds? Perfect. Anything under that, no thanks!

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