We’re going camping tonight. I loooove camping. Eden is peeing her pants with excitement to camp. Probably because I bought her a Barbie camping chair. She’s already drug the thing all over the house. We had to get Honor’s chair out too so he could drag it around the house behind Eden dragging her chair around the house. Ahhh, sometimes they are so cute.

Speaking of camping chairs, I think it’s time that I write about The Time Jim Left Our Camping Chairs On The Side Of The Road. This wouldn’t have been such a huge event if it wouldn’t have closely coincided with The Throwing Away of the Bras (are we starting to see a pattern here?)

Every year the volunteer fire department in Glade Park (which is about a 45 minute drive from here) shows family movies on the back of the fire house to raise money. Everyone brings their lawn chair and sleeping bags and feasts on hot dogs and hamburgers and popcorn. (I wrote about our trip last year here.) They have hay rides for the kids and take donations for the $1 movie tickets.

Well, we were there watching Shrek when Eden was about a year old and she decided that she didn’t want to watch the movie. So we had to stealthily pack up all our gear and left in the middle of the movie. I was packing our Grumpy Pea into the car and Jim was loading up all our stuff when IT HAPPENED. He got everything else, the stroller, the blankets, the diaper bag, my purse, but he FORGOT THE CHAIRS. Even in the dark, how do you lose chairs? It’s not like they were small or anything. They were HUGE and GREEN and IN A NICE BAG WITH A SHOULDER STRAP and they had CUP HOLDERS and… now they’re gone.

Yet another thing to add to the list of The Things That I Will Never Let Jim Forget. Such is life.

Happy weekend, ours will be full of s’more covered children trying to share their sticky love.