AndyZ’s birthday was Friday, and to celebrate I booked the evening solid with dance recitals and then a camping trip at the Botanical Gardens. Go me! I’m the master of planning, you know. I mean, what boy doesn’t want to spend his birthday watching his sister dance? It’s the dream celebration!
The camp-out, on the other hand, we knew he’d love. We’ve only been able to do one of the camp-outs since AndyZ was born because of rain so I was thrilled that the bad weather cleared out before Go! time. He didn’t remember much from the last trip as he was, you know, a baby. If you’ll recall, I camped there a few days before I was scheduled to deliver the birthday boy so it was a bit fitting to be there again on his second birthday. One of the staples of the Gardens, a wonderful man named Harvey, came up to talk to us and asked us how old AndyZ was. I said, “Two. Today! We actually camped here two years ago a few days before he was born.” He looked up at me and said, “I thought that was you. We tell that story a lot.”
HA! We’re a story now! The crazy pregnant lady camping mere days before she was due to give birth! I’m famous.
It was loads of fun, although MrZ opted to stay home and build a closet. Jeez…some people are just so selfish.
I wish every one of you could do something like this in your town. It is all of the fun parts of camping, without any of the stress. Someone else brings the food. It’s only for one night so you don’t worry about bathing. There are tons of other families in a safe environment. And there are wonderful Garden employees there to tell you all of the cool things you miss on your normal visits. Like giant spiders and millipedes! Yum! If you don’t mind the effort of loading your camping gear for one night, and then spreading it all in your yard the next day to dry, it really is the best way to take small children camping. AndyZ loved it, especially the 9 o’clock s’mores. I didn’t love those as much as I was up until about 10:30 bouncing him around the area singing to him, trying to get him to sleep. I’m praying I stayed far enough from the other tents that no one could hear my terrible voice.
All in all? Great night. The kids slept great and I did too, considering! And then Sunday? We celebrated the real way at Mimi and Grandpa’s house with cake and bubbles!
I’m looking forward being able to host future birthdays in our new home (Me: Thinking Optimistically) since it will be big enough. I don’t see how people have birthday parties for kids in their home without a place to lock them up. Which is what I plan on doing. With chains and shackles. We’ll call it a Jail Party! I won’t have to even make good food because Jail doesn’t have good food!
(I’m not going to be very good at this, am I?)