I'm Sure I'll Have a Blast...

It's almost 1am, and I am making a list. A list of all the things that I absolutely can not forget to take with us camping. Since I am the only parent of my three year son, I feel like it's my duty to do boy things with him. Surely he can not grow to be well rounded on girly things alone, right? I don't want him to be the only boy who knows every square inch of our local mall but can't catch a ball. I need to find my inner tomboy (um. yeah.) So in an effort to embrace this, I have started instituting field trip Wednesdays. So far we've hit the local fish hatchery, we've gone fishing, we've taken a ferry boat ride, we've purchased a handful of toddler appropriate sports equipment, we gone to a baseball game, and this Wednesday...we go camping. The list of things needed to take me and my one little boy camping is several pages along. Ahem. I pay hard-earned money to sleep in my own bed. That was always my reason for not camping. But that's not really staying in the I'm-raising-a-well-rounded-boy theme of this summer, so Wednesday, we camp. How am I supposed to go three days with no HGTV or MTV or SpongeBob (all are guilty pleasures for very different reasons.) I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm sneaking his Leapster and some spare batteries onto the island. I mean, let's not get crazy with the whole nature thing...I enjoy my piece and quiet, too. Wish us luck...I'm sure a million pictures will follow!