Baby's Birthday

Today is my baby's 8th birthday. It's hard to believe it's been eight years since I gave birth after a short (but still painful...the mind remembers that...and I didn't cough her out as my girlfriends like to rub in) labor. Last night after coming home from a movie, I couldn't find my girls. They weren't in their beds and they weren't watching TV downstairs with their Dad. My husband informed me they had gone camping...what? I had only been gone 3 hours, who had picked them up and gone camping? I had forgotten that my husband had come home with a little tent for them the same day so they had pitched in the backyard and were sleeping out there for the night. How fun! A couple of drawbacks for mom. #1. Our backyard is large and we don't have a fence so our everyone driving past sees our entire backyard. So, I had worries some loonatic would want to see who was in the tent etc. Our street is very quiet and there is little traffic so there aren't a whole lot of loonatics in the area, but in a mother's tired mind there are hundreds! So, I was sleeping with our window open and listening for the sound of a tent zipper being opened. Well, that only happened once when they needed to go to the bathroom at 2AM. No loonatics. #2 We live beside a railroad. and unfortunately a crossing. Normally, there is one train durning the night. I think there were 2 or 3 last night, so a train blowing it's horn about 200 yards from a tent is REALLY loud. It's also loud in the house with the window open.
Well, the good news is the girls are still happy they slept outside and I had a call from the walkie talkie I made them take with them at 7AM that my baby was hungry. She had asked for breakfast in bed for her birthday and she wanted bacon and eggs. I couldn't drag myself out of bed, so at 8AM, a new eight year old was eating bacon and eggs in bed, in a tent.