BUT. Miss Jae hadn't been camping yet. Ryan had taken the boys on a few overnighters, but I wasn't quite brave enough to face the prospect of a baby who generally requires a very specific sleeping environment yanked out of that environment to sleep in a tent, surrounded by other people. Last weekend, I got brave.
We decided to camp at Lovell Canyon, which turned out to be an excellent choice. It was almost a full 20 degrees cooler when we pulled up at our campsite around 5 p.m. The respite from the heat was glorious! And, unlike the campsites at Redrock, Lovell Canyon had a lot of trees and shade. The only downside was the lack of latrines or toilets of any kind, but I think I was the only person who minded that. In fact, as Ryan and I were unloading the car Asher came up to us and told us rather urgently that he had to go potty. Ryan told him to find a tree. Asher cracked up, did a happy dance, and got down to business.
We roasted hot dogs and chips for dinner. Apparently everyone was really hungry, because we finished all the hot dogs we brought and probably could have used a few more! I expected to use 3/4 of what we had, tops. Lila was especially surprising--she ate two full hot dogs by herself!
Finally, it was the moment of truth: bed time. We put Lila down first. She jabbered to herself forever, then finally fell asleep. By this point, the boys (whom we'd entertained by playing a random trivia game, then telling stories and scriptures stories to) were asking to go to bed. I was a little leery because Lila hadn't been down long, but we tried it out. Everyone went to sleep and it was amazing.
Ryan and I stayed up for a while talking and relaxing, waiting for the boys to go to sleep, then decided to go to bed ourselves. We were pretty cold by this point, so I put an extra blanket on the boys, then cozied in to my sleeping bag while I worried about Lila being cold. Luckily for me--or unluckily, as the case may be, she soon woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep. I didn't want her crying to wake the boys up, too, so I took her into the sleeping bag with me. I was at least sure she was a little warmer (it was really, really cold)--but I ended up holding her all night long. I didn't sleep much, but she at least did pretty well.
When we woke up (very early), we all cuddled for a while, then ate breakfast and packed up. We were home by 9 a.m. (Reed had a birthday party to attend later that morning) and spent a good part of our morning doing some work in the garage while the cuties rode around on bikes. We had such a fun time!