Some more?

No, silly, s'mores!

Ah, munchmunchmunch, said Oliver, that clears that up. gulp.swallow.

Not that I'd mind a little more. Camping was great fun. The turnout was nice, 11 ladies and 30 or so kids. I think only 3 were over age 5. Lots of little heads running around.

Sunday afternoon started with a little rain, enough to make everything good and wet. That cleared up and we ended up with a starry, cool, beautiful-for-a-campfire night. I suspect many little cheeks and fingers went to bed sticky!

Although not everyone was so lucky, the stars were aligned to make my children sleep through the night. I fully embraced the opportunity to stay up too late around the campfire. That is, after all, the whole point of going camping.

Monday dawned bright and beautiful. Swings were in high demand, swimming was invigorating, and the company was enjoyable once again. (That innocent looking little dude there? The one sharing the swing with Elsa? He might have made it a point to see every hour on the clock Sunday night. I'm pretty sure his mom wasn't impressed.)


Little miss Aila was one of our sitemates. Ain't she a cutie?

Judging by Oliver's reaction to leaving, I don't wanna go home, I don't wanna go home, Mom! everyone enjoyed the trip. He also discovered his pyrotechnic side.

I always find camping or other such adventures interesting. Just spending that amount of time with other kids makes you realize how different every single one is. You also see a side of your kids you don't see at home.

Fun, fun, fun.

Summer.

Ahh.