Going camp IN

Last weekend, at the end of Shane's vacation from school, I thought it might be fun to do a camping trip with the boys. Pitch a tent, dig out the sleeping bags, eat hot dogs.....the works. While we do live in Maine, home to L.L. Bean and their thick, thermal below zero rated sleeping bags, the fact is that we have thin Coleman bags from Walmart. And I am not now, or ever, going to willingly sleep outside in February. This camping trip was going to be unusual because it was going to happen inside.
A camp in instead of a camp out.
We pitched our tent in a spare bedroom that just happens to be big and completely empty. The tent took up almost the entire room.

The best part of this camp in was the food. It was as if it were suddenly the middle of July again. Pasta salad, hot dogs, corn casserole, and fresh lemonade. I have to say that summertime food is so much better than wintertime food. I love summer. I miss it terribly.

Oh and then there was desert. A camping trip just wouldn't be complete without s mores. So we fired up a can of Sterno and grabbed some skewers.
It was so good and so fun.

The boys got to stay up late, eating as many marsh mellows as they wanted. When it was time for bed Adrian plugged in the sound machine and set it to play nature sounds. They fell asleep holding onto lit flashlights and listening to electronic crickets.

Confession: I didn't sleep in the tent. After story time I high tailed it across the hall to my big comfy bed. I was only in it for the food. Besides, there wasn't enough room on the air mattress for me anyway.