The Joys of Camping

I am shivering beneath a urine-soaked sleeping bag on a poorly inflated air mattress; my toe, which I recently broke by kicking Trevor too hard, is throbbing and my lower back is aching from the rigors of lifting Noel in and out of the pack n play. I'm lying there listening to some yahoos (it sounds like they're about six inches from my head) going on about f-ing this, f-ing that, as they have been going on all night. I went up to Moonshine with my friend Betsy, my two kids, and her three, leaving the men to follow the next day. It took us three hours to just get out of town; what with all the items necessary to stave off children's whining or certain death, we couldn't have squeezed a bottle of valium in her minivan. (Tsk, tsk.) Then we had to set up our tents (at least she had a clue, I could barely comprehend that the blue pole goes in the blue slot, the green one in the green slot), feed kids, put them to bed. So finally, I have no idea what time it was, I'm lying in the tent, hoping baby Noel won't wake up for the nineteenth time (I don't think she's a fan of camping; either that or her ears were freezing off). I am planning my elaborate, early escape from the trip, and willing morning to come so the nightmare will end. I could've kept smiling, even with the loud rednecks and infants, the aches and discomforts and aromas, but for one thing that pushed me right over the edge: the tent was positioned in such a way that the restroom light on a motion sensor shone directly in my eye.
Moonshine, never again.

Sharing a room...

We had planned on the kids eventually sharing a bedroom, which seems like a good idea for many reasons. I've heard they sleep better together (not as lonely) and it is nice to free up another room for guests or as a playroom or office. But it so happens we are doing it a lot sooner than is ideal. Here's a brief recap:
Night One: Went very well, once both babies were asleep. Getting them asleep was rough.
Night Two: Both were up way too late, one wouldn't let the other settle in. Noel slept fitfully, waking up several times, crying for a length of time, insisting on being carried around and nursed like a newborn, but this did not rouse Trevor at all. I don't understand how he could sleep through the racket, but sleep he did. I don't think she was having trouble because it's a new room (same crib, etc.); I suspect teeth coming in or some other irritation. That was a terrible night's sleep for all of us except Trevor.
Night Three (tonight): It is 8:30 and all's quiet. There was a small fuss when Trevor noisily crashed in. Having had no nap, he was not as rowdy as usual.

Major Update

Oops! I have been neglecting my loyal (although silent) readers. We have been busy enjoying summer, kicking off with Trevor's third birthday, which we celebrated at Avery park with a pirate party. Next I guess it was Father's day, and a few hot days of summer which I did not take pictures of. Mixed up in the middle of all this is buying & selling houses which so far has involved reams of paperwork arriving daily, most of which is for some reason in a foreign language. The gist of the ones I managed to decipher is mostly to obtain a signature acknowledging the receipt of some or another legal document. We will probably need a few extra boxes to move all the papers to the new house. Finally, today is the Fourth of July and once again I didn't take any pictures, but I assure you the kids were all decked out in red white and blue.