Excuse me, my back is really sore and I have a crick in my neck and I’m going to be checking Angel Face for ring rashes for the next seven weeks because she woke up Sunday morning with a tick on her face and oh-my-holy-god it was the end of the world. For me. She didn’t even notice.
Yes, we went camping. I slept on the ground (or an air mattress) and ate S’mores (really, the only reason to go camping) and felt my heart stop about 72 billion times as Angel Face strayed a little too close to the campfire. I coated my entire body with extra-strength DEET bug spray as soon as I got out of the shower on Saturday morning and I have no bug bites. Which is a miracle, because I have been known to get more than a dozen flea bites in a four-hour span in my own bed.
I drank some pre-mixed cosmopolitans out of plastic cups and took Angel Face on five walks through the horse camp, during which she got to pet a horse, point at a horse, call a horse a doggie and eventually say “horse.” I even spilled a little cosmo on a horse, shhhh, don’t tell the nice horse owner. Don’t worry; I wasn’t operating the stroller at the time.
Overall, Angel Face was delighted to spend some quality time with her cousins, ages almost-14 and 11, who dote on her and carry her around and argue over who gets to push her in the stroller. But they also watch her for about 30 minutes and hand her off to mom or dad, exhorting about how EXHAUSTING it is to watch a toddler.
She didn’t sleep or eat much, but she took care of both of those once we got back Sunday afternoon, inhaling two meals in three hours and taking another nap after sleeping the entire two hours home. So while Hubby’s sister was talking about going back in October, I think I’ll take a pass for now. I don’t want to have a sore back, stiff neck and frostbite. Though I suppose the ticks wouldn’t be as plentiful.