So our family has the crazy, that's right honey, crazy tradition of camping on Christmas Eve Eve. When people hear about it, they always have to clarify that that is what we really said. So, on Christmas Eve Eve, we go camping.
(I feel a little unqualified to blog about it, since I have only gone once, and that time we took a trailer. I've only missed because I've always had a baby up until last year Tanner was 3 and was old enough to go.) This year, poor Tanner, was so excited to go camping and talked about it for days. But earlier that afternoon, he threw up all over in the car right as we were pulling into Walmart to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Luckily, we had wipes in the car, cleaned it all up & sent Kennedi & Ashy inside to buy him some new clothes so that we could finish shopping. Tanner kept throwing up, so needless to say, he didn't go camping (I was the saint who volunteered to sacrifice and stay home and take care of him=). Instead, he and I set up a tent in the basement and slept warm and cozy in that, while Talie, Ashlynn, Peyton, Kennedi and Benson braved the cold.
It was so cold that they even let Ashlynn win Monopoly, just so that they could burrow deeper into their bags. I got up at midnight and wrapped presents until about 5. So, I probably didn't get much more sleep than they did, but I was warm=). Tanner keeps asking when we are going camping again.
