Memorial weekend staycation
There's nothing worse than laying in a tent at 3 a.m. listening to Paula Abdul blare from some jerk's truck while drunk girls scream "Do doya LOVE MEEEEEE!!!"
Yeah, so we don't do that on Memorial Day weekend anymore. We stay home.
This year, I drug the Christmas lights out of their holiday box and strung them on our the balcony. Then, I dragged a couple of futon mattresses out and made a giant super comfy bed. We lit the tiki torches, popped popcorn and watched movies under the stars. There was no Paula Abdul and as a matter of a fact, when my old back started hurting, I walked 10 feet and slept in my bed. It was Memorial Day camping at its very best.
On Saturday, we went to Dinosaur Journey to check out the giant prehistoric croc. I love that the boys are getting old enough not only to enjoy the animated dinosaurs, but they're reading and learning stuff about geology and science. Still, getting squirted by water and shaking on the earthquake machine are the highlights.
Then, we went to a birthday party complete with a bump-n-jump. The rest of the weekend was consumed by more balcony camping, a trip to the park, a arrowhead scouting mission with dad, a GIANT nap and another family BBQ.
It may not have been Yellowstone, but it was still a pretty good unofficial start to summer.