Tuesday, May 17, 2016


E and Z turn eleven today, which means it's official: we are careening toward a house full of teenage boys.

In honor of our upcoming epic camping trip, I thought I'd share this a picture from their first camping trip, when they were about 16 months old. Have you ever taken two one-year-olds camping? It was like they were circuit training and their fitness stations went like this:
  • try to pull the flaming Coleman stove off of the picnic table onto your head
  • eat dirt
  • run headlong toward the flaming fire pit, on legs that only learned to walk two months earlier
  • try to pull the other Coleman stove onto your head
  • barrel into the camp road every time a truck rounds the corner
  • eat gravel
  • stand on the picnic table bench and slip down between the table and the bench, whacking your chin on the way down
  • eat leaves
  • climb the six-foot high rock behind the campsite, even though you just learned to walk two months earlier
  • repeat
I remember saying after we got home that running after the twins in an effort to keep them out of harm's way had been more exhausting than if we'd hiked 12 miles each day. Looking back on it now, I think that weekend must have been more exhausting than our whole upcoming six-week trip will be. I think I've got a bad case of PTSD (post-toddler stress disorder), but gosh, aren't they cute? Those jeans are killing me.

Back then, I could never have imagined that one day they would be eleven years old, and no longer walking tornadoes (well, most of the time). And now I can hardly believe that they were ever that small. Or chubby. Or blond! Parenting is such a strange trip.


  1. Camping with one, one year old was hard enough but two? And yes they do look adorable in that picture!

  2. They are so cute. We both have eleven year olds! Mine is almost 12. She is in training now but her events involve eye rolls and tones of voice.


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