Jon and Caleb slept in the tent that night. Oh, darn, the tent wasn't big enough to hold all four of us.
But I will admit I stood at the window and watched for quite some time, wanting to know exactly what was being said in the tent. Was Jon explaining the joys of camping, surrounded by God's creation? Was Caleb curious about the pockets and zippers that make up a tent?
Jon tells me that they just went straight to sleep. Men.
Caleb woke up around 2am and wanted to go inside, but Jon told him to wait until morning, and that was fine for Caleb; he fell back to sleep.
The next morning, James woke me up extra early, so I was able to again watch out the window, this time waiting for the first signs of wakefulness so I could take a picture. Of course the boys slept horribly outside; isn't that all part of camping? We ate breakfast and played outside until real life had to start again with a morning errand into town. The funny part was that Caleb was ready to go inside. He wanted to go in the minute he woke up. Silly boy. This winter of being cooped up inside has done something to his head!
All in all, it was a great "trip." I'm not sure we're ready for the big leagues, but maybe. Maybe next time we'll try it in someone else's back yard!