Camping with 2 kids

Camping with 2 kids was an interesting experience. I know the word interesting is over-used but I really can't come up with a better all encompassing word. It was interesting. 

Some things were really fun: Going to a coffeeshop with my husband and no kids. Eating s'mores and bush pies cooked over the campfire.

Some things were really annoying: Mosquitoes. Need I say more?

Some things were really tough: Trying to get two kids to sleep in a tent during a thunderstorm.

Some things were really worth it: Watching my toddler watch his grandpa race. The kid caught on to a lot of what was happening.
Watching my husband cook over a fire. He has so much fun doing it... and it helps that he's good at it too.

Helping Dad eat a candy apple.

Watching the swim portion of the triathlon. We actually found my dad in the throng of swimmers.

I think this kid had the best view of all of us...too bad he couldn't commentate for us.

While his brother had the best view, this kid definitely had the most comfortable seat. Wrapped up with mom. No complaints were heard.

Grandpa swimming. Do you see him? He's the one with the white swim cap.

Finished the swim and starting to get ready for the next part.

Walking to his bike after the swim.

Almost ready to head out for the bike ride.

And he's off! (White shirt, yellow bike)

Coming up to the finish line.

Feeling good after the race. He said last year this race was the hardest thing he had done. This year the race was "fun".

Cooking pancakes over the fire.

Taking "pictures" with his dad's headlamp.

It was a good weekend but I'd be lying if I told you I'd like to go camping again any time soon.