We aren't so good about surprises in this house. Both of us like to spill the beans early.
But this year I DID IT! I pulled of a great surprise and went to lots of work to do it!
It started at Dick's Sporting Goods a few weeks before Father's Day.
He had been wanting one of these for a year or so and they were on sale.
I talked him out of getting it right then, knowing it would be a great gift and I NEVER know what to get him for gifts! But yet I didn't want to make an extra trip to Wichita just to get it either. So I was trying to be quick on my feet and figure out how I could get it without him knowing.
We were headed out of the store and I told him I had to go to the bathroom - that's all I could think of.
So he and the kids waited outside in front of the store for me. I ran and grabbed the canopy and drug it through the store, grabbed an employee and asked if they could help me out. I tried to explain that he had to get this out to our truck FAST, before Dave decided to move and possibly either come back inside or head to the truck. So he headed out the door, walked right by Dave and towards our truck. I was SO nervous he'd get the wrong truck. I saw Dave look at the guy, and thought he was going to watch where he was going. But he didn't. Although he suspected SOMETHING because he then started peering in the store window looking all over for me. So I thought I had blown it.
While trying to stay low so Dave wouldn't see me in the checkout line, I paid for the items and then headed out the door trying not to blow my cover. Everything seemed fine. I apologized I took so long and we headed towards the truck. I kept my eye on him to see if he was going to peer in the back. NOPE- he walked right by and didn't even see it sitting in the back. SUCCESS!!
We got home with his gift and he didn't even know it!
So I was trying to think of something fun we could do for Father's Day - usually Dave has always played in a wiffle ball tournament this weekend, but this is the first year in awhile he hasn't.
His gift made me think of CAMPING - so I decided I'd plan a night of camping for our family.
My plans kept getting more and more extensive - and when the day came, I wasn't sure I could really pull off all I wanted. I wanted to drive him to our spot and have everything already there - I didn't want him to have to do ANY work to get us there.
The day started at 8am...
In the shed - freaking out about skunks, snakes and spiders, trying to find and pull out all of our camping bins, coolers, chairs, etc. It was a lot to carry, lots of it was really heavy - but I was determined!
Met Dave's dad to help me find our camping spot at East Lake and set up the tent.
The wind was blowing 100 miles an hour- which isn't good conditions for setting up a tent.
But again, I was determined.
It took us WAY longer than it should have and we had to tie it to some trees and put weight inside to make sure it wouldn't blow away. But we were pretty sure it would stay. I was pretty nervous that the wind would ruin our plans. There was NO way we would camp in that wind - it was miserable. So I PRAYED the wind would die down by the evening.
Back to town for a quick lunch date with friends and kids.
Then back to work..
Loaded up the car with everything I could possibly think that we needed.
Drove to where Dave keeps his stash of firewood - loaded up as much wood as I thought we'd need.
Back to the campsite - unload everything.
Back to town to load up with all the food we'd need.
Running out of time....SO glad he called and said he'd be about 45 minutes late.
Crunch time!
Dropped off the steak, potatoes, onions, and carrots at Dave's mom so she could throw the hobo dinners together for me.
Back to the house to pack up the final stuff- overnight bags for all of us, bedding and coolers for our food and drinks.
Everything was finished in perfect timing.
Although I had forgotten that I told him to come home, shower and dress fairly nice (to throw him off in case he DID suspect something)....so my appearance completely blew my cover as I was basically in work out clothes soaking wet of sweat from the MARATHON I felt like I had been running since eight that morning.
So at this point he narrowed it down to the fact that we probably weren't going anywhere with other people - which actually ruled out something he THOUGHT we could be doing.
When I wasn't around he asked Taylor "where are we going tonight?"
Her reply..."I can't tell you!" So proud of her!
Taylor wanted to blind fold him - which I thought would be a great idea too. I knew if I started heading to East Lake he'd figure it out possibly. So I decided we'd drive in some circles and in all different directions for awhile to try to throw off his sense of direction. He wasn't thrilled about the blind fold - I could tell he was doing all he could to just be nice and let us have our fun.
The minute we turned out of our neighborhood in the opposite direction of the lake, Taylor said
"but Mom, Nana turned the other way to go to camping!" (as she recalled from earlier in the day when Nana drove the kids out to see where we were camping at) I just laughed!
So...he knew we were camping - he took the blind fold off and I headed to the lake.
But he still didn't know details - if we were meeting someone else? if we were just going out for dinner or swimming? he never expected to find a campsite waiting for him.
He was quite surprised! And I think pretty impressed that I had gotten everything myself.
We weren't able to have his gift set up (b/c of the wind earlier in the day) - but we showed it to him first thing and told him how I bought it the night we were there.
And then he grabbed a chair, sat down with a drink and said "man, this is nice!"
Just what I was going for - a night of camping without him having to do any of the work to get us there!
We got the fire going and then headed to the swimming area so the kids could swim.
Dave's dad joined us since Nana had bunko - and he put dinner on the fire while we were swimming.
Thanks to Dave's mom for getting these put together in my last minutes of craziness!
Here is the rest of our little camping trip in pictures...
They each had their own little tent inside our big tent.
Their windows were up against each other so they had fun peaking in at each other and laughing.
Oh yeah, and crawling from one tent to another that way too.
For you die hard campers, I'm sure the Ipod breaks official "camping" rules.
But an episode of Cailou before bed sure helped them to calm down and have something similar to home.
Nothing says camping like bacon and eggs.
We had a blast!
I knew Dave would enjoy it but I really didn't expect him to enjoy it as much as he did.
But he deserved every last bit of the work and planning involved - and then some!
























