As I reported yesterday, we've had a week of grandparents. But at 1 p.m. yesterday, my parents left and suddenly we were back to just the immediate family. I knew we were all going to be a little sad at their departure. Typically, I would beat this sadness with an outing somewhere, but the girls had sniffly noses and the wind outside was cold. So the girls and I decided that a "camp in" was just the ticket.
My parents gave the girls sleeping bags for their Christmas gift this year. Packaged with each of the cute owl sleeping bags was a little nylon play tent. While the girls had slept in their sleeping bags one night while my parents were here, we had not yet tried out one of the tents.
Shortly after my parents left, Meg and Clare grabbed their sleeping bags and marched down to the basement family room. I pulled out one of the tents and started assembling the poles and putting them through tent. Soon we had a tent. The girls put their sleeping bags in the tent along with a flashlight and an electric lantern. We turned out the basement lights and I turned on the "fireplace app" on our television. The girls told each other spooky stories and fought off big foot (aka daddy) while I headed upstairs and made s'mores in our microwave. (Before daddy turned into big foot, he kindly picked up graham crackers at the store so Meg and Clare could have s'mores.)
The girls had so much fun camping in the basement, they decided to keep it going. We moved the tent up to the living room where Meg and Clare initially planned to spend the night. Clare gave up on the plan before bedtime and decided to sleep in her own bed. Meg, however, stuck to the plan and enjoyed a night of camping in.