Fake Camping

I am crafting this post from a tent in my backyard. There is a monstrous mosquito clinging to the outside of the screen door. Nora is finally asleep beside me. A fire engine just went by, sirens blaring, and made the neighborhood dogs howl. She slept right through it.

Some lovely things I remember about childhood:

• sleeping in a tent
• eating watermelon outside
• getting a helium balloon
• having my face painted
• meeting someone’s (anyone’s) puppy
• waterslides

I am ecstatic to make these memories for Nora. Even if it means peeing in my own backyard.  If you’ll excuse me…