Despite the van problem, we had a good time camping near Lake Mary. We tried out our new (huge) tent, which fits us with some room for stuff! We enjoyed campfire cooking, roasting marshmallows,
Josiah used the stomp rocket I bought for Father's Day (as a dad-and-kid present) to make friends with kids from the neighboring campsite. They jumped on the stomp rocket and ran after the darts for a long while, then switched to playing pirates in Pa and Grandma's canoe.
Grandma and Pa took the kids on some short hikes near the campsite, and we all went down to the lake a couple times. The kids loved "sailing" in Pa and Grandma's canoe! Pa beat out Josiah's bid for captaincy, so Josiah settled on first mate. Lydia was second mate. Abby was content to be a passenger.
Abby
Lydia
On one trip up the lake, everyone saw an osprey take a fish home to his nest. They're still talking about that osprey (and impressing people with their knowledge of birds . . . or at least one bird species)!
On one excursion to the lake, Josiah and Lydia got soaked. Grandma let them hang their clothes to dry and run around in their undies for awhile when waiting for the rest of us to get down to the shore. Josiah got cold and tried on Daddy's shirt . . .
During some afternoon down-time, Grandma told the kids stories about "camp robbers" (raccoons, blue jays, rats, skunks, etc.). These stories have lived on vividly in their memory since, and they pester Grandma to retell them when they see her!
Grandma and Abby
Clara, in keeping with her easy-going personality, was just about the ideal camping baby! She took naps in the tent in her pack'n'play with minimal fuss, and she even slept outside in the pack'n'play when we had to pack up camp on Sunday morning. She loved riding around in the carrier on Daddy's back, chattering and laughing at the scenery and the kids' antics.
At the end of June (at almost 8 months) she had become quite mobile with her army-crawl, and of course, she's heavy now. We put down an outdoor rug that she could play on, but it was hard to contain her on it--she always pulled herself over to the forbidden ground to pull grass, pick up handfuls of dirt, grab some cinders, etc.--which all went in her mouth. So that was the most challenging part with Clara: she wanted freedom to move and needed some time out of our arms, but there wasn't much space to let her roam.
Overall, the camping trip was a success, even with the non-ideal car situation! We hope to do another camping trip this summer or early fall--if Jeremy deems the car reliable enough. :)
Thanks, Pa and Grandma--we couldn't have done it without you!