Backyard camping
The beautiful weather here lately (sunny days, cool nights) made me want to try out the new family tent (a Wal-Mart special and, in a word, cavernous). Also, it was an experiment. Our kids had never been camping, and I was curious to see how they would take to it. Keep in mind, according to neighborhood covenants, we are not allowed to have outdoor fires. Thus, it's not so much camping as it is simply sleeping outside. And frankly, I forget what the fuss was about.

Maybe I'm getting too old for some things (like all-nighters and South Park), but I always thought I'd be an outdoorsy guy well into my retirement years. It turns out I've become, well, soft. It was a long night. I could blame the traffic noise from the other side of the fence, but that's lame. I was uncomfortable.
The temperature dipped into the low 50's, though it felt much colder. We were well-prepared. Sleeping bags, blankets, mats, pillows, long-sleeved undies. It wasn't enough. Ultimately, the kids wanted to crawl into their own beds; Morgan at 12:30 and Adrian at 2:15. Frankly I was relieved.
Ginger joined us once we were all settled. She lasted maybe an hour. She's the smart one.
-- Andy