Camping was a great idea...until 10:30 last night when Carlee freaked out.
I'm pretty sure everyone in the campground could hear her "no tent, no tent" screams. So, after about 10 minutes of a hyperventilating-type scream we decided it would be in everyones best interest if we took the 30 minute trip back to Nana and Papa's house to sleep in a real bed, in a real house...not a tent.
We went back out to the campground this morning and they had breakfast all ready for the 3 of us. That's my kind of camping.
Maybe next year.