Blue Ribbon Dad

I just can't go without mentioning this one! Last night I decided to call my younger brother in Seattle to see how his new baby is doing, and where was he? Camping with his three and four year old sons so my sister-in-law could have some quiet time with their newest addition, my nephew Eammon. How impressive! Camping with such young children for an entire weekend! In a tent!*(please note my family tent history)

I love my husband, but I don't think he has ever spent twenty-four hours alone with our children, let alone an entire weekend. Either my brother is a blue ribbon dad or I need talk to my sister-in-law for advice?



* It is important to note the history of tents in my household of four children. When my darling, daughter Tessa turned three, a tent sounded like a great birthday gift. What child does not love a tent to play in? The tent lasted all of a week before all the support rods were bent and no longer held the tent up. Tent number two was given to my son Sam for his second birthday. At this point, I thought, how fun it would be for him to have a tent, since he loved building forts. Tent number two lasted all of two days before the entire thing was ruined. Why the kids thought it was meant for dragging people around in, I will never know? Alas, you would think tents would be banished from our house, but someone not knowing our tent history, gave my son Sam a blow-up tent on his fourth birthday. That tent lasted a mere six hours before it had giant holes in the bottom and no patch big enough to repair it. I can kind of see why the kids thought it was a trampoline, being a blow up tent and all. Now, I wonder, how my kids would do out in the wild with a tent if they knew it was their only protection between them and let's say a bear? Maybe they would not be so quick to destroy it.