Camping: Backyard Style

With it being almost too hot to sleep in our house lately, there seemed to be no time like the present to give the girls their first “camping” experience. Since our backyard is about as flat as a roller coaster and we hadn’t gotten to see my parents much lately, we decided to pitch our tent in Grandma and Grandpa’s Backyard Campground.

Backyard Tent

They even have their own fire pit so we were able to roast marshmallows. Zoey was very much interested in the concept (and eating) of s’mores.

Toasting her first marshmallow.
Toasting her first marshmallow.
That looks yummy...
That looks yummy…
Going in for the first bite...
Going in for the first bite…

She was not, however, such a fan of the ridiculously loud fireworks being shot off nearby.

"I like the quiet ones."
“I like the quiet ones.”

My parents live in an area very near Indian reservations. All the locals head to the reservations every July to load up on mortars and other illegal-to-use-off-the-reservation explosives for their Independence Day debauchery. Luckily for us, Zoey had decided to boycott taking a nap that day, and we then kept her up about two hours past her bedtime because, let’s be real, what kid is going to go to sleep in a tent when it’s still light outside? To my complete and utter amazement, she passed out cold about ten seconds after we put her to bed in the tent and slept through the near-window-shattering volume fireworks being shot off three houses down and the stressed-out barking of my mom’s enormous German Shepherd with each and every firework shot off in a one-mile radius. I was shocked, to say the least.

"Hi Dog."
“Hi Dog.”

We had a really fun time, and Zoey is still talking about how much fun she had sleeping in the tent and camping at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I’m pretty sure Ellie enjoyed it too.

I can haz dominoes? nom, nom.
I can haz dominoes? nom, nom.

8 thoughts on “Camping: Backyard Style

  1. I am with Zoey. I can’t believe, honestly, what the 4th is becoming as a “celebration” in our country. Or, I am getting old. But beyond fireworks, I didn’t celebrate it the way most of my peers prefer to. #Sigh

      1. No worries – I agree. I feel like lighting fireworks is pretty much equal to just burning money, only more dangerous and more pollution. I guess we’re both old!

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