Monday, July 16, 2007

Camping with the kid

Hmmm. If you wanted to create the most exhausting situation possible, one that would deny you a good night's sleep, deprive you of peace during the day and leave you begging for mercy, what would you do?

Well, you might have a favorite answer of your own, but for my money, the key to a truly debilitating experience is to go camping with a two-year-old.

I can't place all the blame on my son; my wife and I were the ones who came up with the brilliant idea to begin with. Avid backpackers and campers that we are, we want to make sure that our demonic spawn ... err ... beloved son is exposed to the outdoors as early as possible.

But two-year-olds like routine. Plopping a kid down between two sleeping bags in a tent under the stars is a bit of a change from the expected bath, story and comfy crib.

Then there were the dogs. The dogs love Tony. The dogs love Tony so much that they couldn't help but engage his face in a frenzied lick-fest every time he showed signs of dozing off.

Daddy, admittedly, wasn't much help. He busied himself with a bottle of merlot while pretending to deafness, leaving mom to tend to bed-time rituals. The bastard.

Oh wait, that's me.

Oh well. Mom was short-tempered herself.

This was our second attempt at a family camping trip with the little beastie, and I can confidently say that it was our last for quite a while. I think he might be ready when he's four. Four is a good age, right?

Crap. I'm going to need more merlot.

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