So we spent this past weekend becoming one with nature in the great outdoors.  We were really roughing it this trip since we had no cable or Internet.  Looking back, I’m not sure how we survived.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret.  My idea of camping is having all the comforts of home, just in miniature size.  When we travel in the RV, I still have a working kitchen with a sink, stove, and microwave.  Well, maybe its only working if I’m in it, but you get the idea.  We’ve got a teeny tiny bathroom and shower.  The only thing that’s not miniature-sized are the three TVs.   So when I use the word “camping”, pretend I’m winking at you when I say it because let’s face it, it’s not really camping.  I know this, and I have no shame when I confess that the RV even has a washer and dryer.  Now if Ken could just find some space for a little dishwasher and rig up a Tivo box, there would be no reason to ever come home again…well, we would probably have to let my parents use it every once in awhile since you know, it is theirs, but otherwise, we could travel all the time with all the amenities of home just minus that pesky extra space.

We took the motor-home to Tannehill State Park as a trial run before we head out for our big summer vacation in a month.  This year we are headed north again, but only as far as Washington D.C.  I know taking two small children to our nation’s capitol will be a complete waste on them, and I fully intend to take them again when they are older and can appreciate it.  However, there is another rally being held there at the end of August, and we decided to just incorporate it into our family vacation.

It’s gusty, I know, and I am already making plans on how I am going to keep up with the children in the crowd.  Since Ken won’t let me buy some of those kid leashes, I’m having to get creative.  I think I’m going to tell Edie that if she lets go of my hand even once during the entire day, she will never get to watch another princess movie ever again, or even say the word “princess” for the rest of her life.  And for Roarkie, I’m either going to implant him with some sort of tracking device or just duct tape him into the stroller.  I haven’t decided yet.  Either way, we’re going to have a great time!