The First Father Son Campout

Nick has been hankering to go camping for quite some time, but I, who have been either pregnant or nursing or both for the past four years, have been decidedly unadventurous in this area.  So it was with great joy that I sent my men off for a test run of camping-with-kids.  

It was a pretty low risk venture.  They went to the family camp out at Endicott Park in Danvers, about 25 minutes from home.  Friendly park rangers were there to welcome them and provide them with a grill to make their dinner, a bonfire and supplies for s'mores, and a bit of breakfast the next day.  Plus their camp site was surrounded by a playground, a petting zoo, a pond to throw stones into, and plenty of kid friendly trails to explore.  And the entire thing was free, so if it didn't go well and they wound up coming home in the middle of the night, there was no harm done.

No danger of an early return, though.  They both had a blast!  Our tender-hearted little Moses wept when it came time to take down the tent, and Nick is already planning their next outing.  Moses clearly bonded with his dad in an important way.  Prior to the trip he showed a definite preference for mom, begging for me to be the one to do everything for him from bathing him to strapping him into the car seat to tucking him in at night.  Since the camp out Daddy is clearly the preferred parent, which is a welcome development for all of us.  I think this will be the first of many father-son campouts!