The father/daughter camp out is an annual tradition in our ward each September. In the past it has been a night Emmry and Dad enjoy camping out with friends, sleeping in a tent, eating outside, and hiking together. For me it has been a night of trying to please the ones left behind: toddler twins oblivious to the fact that they are being left out and a jaded boy old enough to know what he is missing out on. In my craziest attempt to satisfy the latter troops, we ventured into Phoenix to a Cardinal's baseball game. Not my greatest idea.
But this year's idea was truly great! For Father's Day the kids and I gave Ryan an eight-man tent. Genius! With the twins old enough to understand the meaning of father/daughter camp out, and with a tent big enough to house them, there were no excuses for anyone to be left behind.
Since camping this summer in Utah, all the girls could talk about leading up to the camp out was when it would arrive. So when Dad came home from work throwing up with a migraine there was nothing he could do but give the toilet one last look, pack everything in the car, and head to the mountains. I felt bad, but it was a father/daughter camp out after all.
The night turned out successful. Braden and I thoroughly enjoyed a quiet dinner and movie out, while Ryan was delighted to find the young women enchanted with the girls and was able to sit back with the other dads. It seems we both had a relaxing night.
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