This weekend we drove down to Long Beach for the International Kite Festival.
We joined up with Grandma and Grandpa and they shared their camp space with us.
I've been nervous about camping with Julia, because I'm a worrier, and was concerned about her running off into the brush to join her fellow Wild Things.
She didn't, and in fact, was really great about sticking around.
She did clean a lot, with baby wipes, washing trees and the picnic table and whatever else she decided was dirty.

Antonio was right at home, he's such a great traveler.
He was up early with the Grandparents the first morning and had was excited to have hot chocolate.
Grandma was way more on the ball than I and brought breakfast. I had figured we'd go to a nearby drive through McFastfood place.



The kids having breakfast at camp enabled us grown ups to have more time for lattes

The Man was a barista in a past life.



The tents are not only good for sleeping in, also provide a fort for the kids to play in during the day.



Grandpa and his team were competing at the festival, so we went down to the beach and watched.




But, as far as Antonio was concerned, it was all getting in his way of finally being able to ride the go-carts. For this year, he was finally old enough to ride the little ones by himself.





We only stayed for two night, so Sunday morning with the help of Thing 1 and Thing 2 we packed up.



We went down to the beach to catch Grandpa in another competition, it was freezing and so foggy we could hardly see the kites, but it looked like he did pretty well.
Then we went to town to see Jake the Alligator Man at Marsh's Museum, did another round of go-karts and headed back home.

Now that we have first hand proof the kids can hang with camping, we're looking forward to going again.