I'm sure you all have been anxiously awaiting my blog about the camping trip John and I went on this past weekend. Well, it was awesome!

John, Jen, Kinsie and myself left the Peninsula at 1:30 p.m. and headed for Lake Del Valle, which is by Livermore. Livermore is only about an hour away, but the difference in weather is OUT OF CONTROL. It was about 95 degrees when we arrived at 3:00ish, and when we left San Bruno, it was in the 70s. John and I were admiring how charming and quaint Livermore is, but there is no way in hell that I could stomach 95 degree weather during the summer.

As I said, we arrived at the campsite around 3:00 p.m. and had set everything up by about 4:00 p.m. We were joined by EJ (Jen's husband) shortly after we arrived. This is the first weekend that the Penas family and the Bauson family have been kid free in a long time, so you can imagine the expletives that were leaving our mouths. It was very refreshing to be able to say: shit, fuck, hell and the like, without having to spell them out.

After camp was set, Kinsie decided that she needed to make a "drunk toilet". Our campsite was next to a dried up creek, so Kins (the brilliant woman that she is) went into the dried creek and used the rocks to make a toilet. Kins and myself both used that toilet several times that night. The bathroom was pretty far, especially when you have to pee really, really, really badly.

Friday night was pretty relaxing. We ate, we drank, we talked, it was awesome!

EJ and John woke up pretty early Saturday morning (5:00 a.m.) as we wanted to rent a pontoon for the day (there were only 4 for the entire campsite to use). Soon after the boys left, I tried to lay back down and get some sleep, when all of a sudden I hear (from the next tent over), "Damn birds!" It's like the birds new we wanted to get some rest. They wouldn't stop squawking!

At about 10:00 a.m. John called my Dad to see how the evening before went, and the update was not so good. Apparently Christian was crying all night, and finally fell asleep around 3:00 a.m. At the time John called, my Dad said that Christian was doing better, but to call back again around 6:00 a.m.

The rest of the day was pretty chill. We ate, we drank, we talked (sound familiar...haha), we went to the lake to cool off. At 2:00 p.m. we finally went to the pontoon, and trolled around the lake. John and Kinsie got the GREAT idea to jump off of a 20 foot rock. I don't think John expected the swim to the rock to be so rigorous. My poor hubby looked like he was going to keel over from heart failure.

At 3:00 p.m. we decided to give my Dad another call, and found things hadn't gotten any better, so we drove home to save him. As soon as we entered the house I could see that my pops was DONE. He had bags under his blood shot eyes, and his voice was horse. He looked like he had been put through the ringer.

John and I had every intention of driving back to the campsite that evening, but then we sat on our comfy couch. John jumped in the nice hot shower, and we started watching the Giants game. Before we knew it, it was 9:00 p.m. and we were both passed out.

We woke up bright and early Sunday morning with Christian in tow. We got back to the campsite at 9:00 a.m. and were greeted with bright and smiling faces. We ate breakfast, and broke down camp.

All in all it was a nice relaxing weekend. To be truthfully honest, I'm happy we had an excuse to drive home Saturday. I don't think I was ready to leave my baby yet.

We have another camping trip planned for later this summer with the Penas family, and we'll be bringing the kids. I can't wait!