The list of things I keep thinking my phone ought to do besides tell time, play games, be a flashlight, and take pictures is basically endless.
"I don't have any reception, but I could just send this text to my husband who also doesn't have reception and then... No. He is 500 feet away and if you don't remember what you wanted, it wasn't important."
And so here I am tapping away, not on the Weebly app because of no internet. Here is a mountain bottom in Washington state. A destination wedding. Camping. With the baby. After flying to Seattle and driving for several hours.
We are using our smallest tent, with an even tinier subtent for the baby. I'm pretty sure no one can believe our whole family is sleeping in there. We really really like each other. It's so cozy, I didn't even use my sleeping bag last night.
And now I am sitting under a sleeping baby. She's in a carrier so at least I could get up if I wanted. My husband is fast asleep in the tent. The wedding is in three hours and the bride and groom are at the swimming hole. Dogs and kids and grandparents and babies.
(The grandparents are sleeping indoors, as far as I know.)
I think we are all having a very nice time. Everyone claimed to hear zero crying last night. There actually was barely any. Fingers crossed.
It's seriously astounding the degree to which I keep thinking I can just use the internet real quick. It's like I think I just shouldn't get caught. Nope. There is none. There's only electricity from the generator here.
The baby didn't to sleep until 10pm. Poor kid. She napped a bit before that, but still. 8am to 8pm with 40 minutes of sleep is absurd. Her father napped more than that.
I missed the ceremony (I am raising an angel, but I am not so confident that I would trust her with that), but the rest of the wedding was fantastic. Cornhole, badminton, croquet, sitting on quilts in the grass, live music, a buffet with things I actually wanted to eat...
And now I'm in the tent with sleeping baby and they're playing with sparklers out there, away from the tent area.
My husband informed me today that he would "almost certainly" sleep better "anywhere else" besides in our tent. But he likes us so much he's gonna stay here and not in the car or a hammock or "just on the ground" anyway.
The sleeping arrangements are crazy. The baby in her tent goes across both pads in the doorway, wide-ways. Then husband goes head at the feet area, along one side, all the way long but most of him gets no pad. I get the weird little square bordered by them both, but it's totally padded.
Last night I had head and feet in many and various positions. I slept well for camping though.
Tomorrow we have a day to kill in Seattle before our flight at 9:30. Our primary directive is figuring out how to pack everything, since we picked up some gear. Then we'll find something to do.