Clara's Blog

We finally got to live one of my lifelong dreams: camping! Mommy set up a test tent in the backyard, and we practiced going in and out of it, and we talked about how you hike and camp all at the same time. I also confirmed that Daddy and Scout could come, too.

We drove to the (camp) site in the car (zzzzzz). And then we set up the tent! tent! tent! Mommy made me the best ham sandwich ever that was the size of my head. I wasn't about to share that.

There were kids running around everywhere. There was dirt. And trees. Whenever I heard a car, I took it very seriously: informed Mom or Dad matter-of-factly that I was "freaking," and ran over and hugged their leg.

It was nap time, but come on, could you nap in such an exciting tent? No, I couldn't either. So we went for a hike. It was fun (and that Scout sure is CRAZY! He sniffs everywhere), but I had trouble keeping my eyes open, so I napped through just a few unimportant moments.

One of the best thing about this site is that there is a park (playground) nearby. I ran down there with Mommy, Scout, and Daddy. Everyone else had to run, too. I had my 'running' shoes on (they also serve as my 'hiking' shoes -- ask me about them sometime). I kept telling Scout to go, 'faster!' Haha! When he did something crazy I made sure to tell Mommy: crazy! BTW, he also freaks.

We got back to the tent and it started to rain. I didn't mind -- I like the rain. We could have stayed outside. But Mommy and Daddy made us go inside. Which was OK, because we had books to read. Scout didn't want to come in, though. FYI, he is crazy. Finally, at sleepytime, Daddy dragged Scout into the tent out of the rain, but he spent the whole night shaking. I think he was worried about the many dangers out in the dark.

In the morning, everything was wet. There was mud. I identified it for everyone. It was sad to pack up the tent and the bags and drive away in the car. Scout was very tired and hungry. He kept trying to steal my crackers and rest his head on me. I said: dude, buddy, no! Wrong! I know all of his names.

When we got home we had a nice long nap, and I didn't want to wake up. Maybe I would have woken up sooner, though, if I had understood that we were going to Uncle "Tah's" for a Mother's Day/Todd Birthday/Nate Going Away to Alaska Party. I am sad to see Nate go, because he has a dog named Flash that likes to chase balls. Anyway, there were lots of girls at the party, so that was good. And sausage. Mmm, hot sausage from the deli. It is so nummy!

I hope your Mother's Day was as much fun as mine -- I expect even more fun stuff next weekend.