Or so my husband thought.
On Saturday morning, "the men" packed up the vehicle and headed north to New Hampshire and camping country. With tent, sleeping bags, hot dogs and plenty of marshmallows in tow, the happy trio said goodbye to Mom and headed for the pines.
Nicholas loves to camp. His favorite activity is, of course, building a fire. Weston, the adventurer, enjoys exploring the wooded environment. The great outdoors seems to naturally calm both of the children.
When they arrived at the campground, it was deserted. So, they chose a large grassy spot next to the frog pond.
Dad put up the tent with a little help from Nicholas.
To the left are a few of his favorite backpacks he brought, just in case.
Weston grabbed his net to see if he could catch a few turtles, frogs or fish.
It wasn't long before it was time to eat. As I mentioned before, my husband has only a few foods that he knows how to prepare. Most of them come in a bag, box or can. Spaghetti O's happens to be one of his favorites. A nutritionist, he is not! I had to sneak a few apples and oranges into the food box when he wasn't looking.
Nicholas was very happy when it was finally time to make the fire.
No camping trip would be complete without these......
It wasn't long before darkness settled over the campground and our happy threesome climbed into the tent to sleep.
Now, I do not know what happened over night, perhaps it was some kind of fearsome forest fairy that put an angry spell on the camp, but when the boys awoke, this happy camping trip to the mountains, suddenly turned into the excursion from hell.
"I'm hungry," screams Nicholas, waking up Pete from a restless sleep on a deflated air mattress.
Without his extra large caffeine-infused morning coffee, he is just not able to tolerate the out-of-sorts siblings.
He throws the children into the car and leaves a patch of dust and dirt as he exits the campground.
At the lovely time of 6:30 in the morning!
I don't know but I think it may be a while before Pete tries camping with the boys again!
So much for my quiet time at home alone.