This past weekend we had our first campout of the year! We went with HH's sister's family (4 sons), 1 single brother, & 1 brother's family (2 sons). That's right: 6 little boys and my 2 girls. Crazy fun times.
We went to Cascade Park, which is property that our church owns. Both HH & I had camped there a lot when we were little. It's right on a river, and lately they've put some little playgrounds and barrel swings & such there so that there's tons for little people to do.
It happened to also be a father-son campout, so my 2 SILs & I were the only women there, but no one seemed to mind us & HH got extra food from the overlap, which is always a good thing.
I didn't like camping much when I was growing up. It's really only been since HH and I have been married that I like it. I think it's because he introduced me to hammock camping, which I find much more comfortable (plus I love waking up to see the leaves overhead with sunlight streaming through & blue skies beyond). I even had a solid excuse to stay home with Babe & have a quiet weekend (I was in the middle of layout), but chose to hurry and finish what I needed to so that I could go.
So, yeah, it was fun. Good food, great company, fun memories, and plenty of jokes told in the wee hours (One of my contributions was the classic from high school)
What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?
"Where's my tractor?"
Here's another good one:
Why does Snoop Dogg carry an umbrella?
The traumatic part of the weekend was when Chick almost fell into the fire. As it was, there was a metal barrier that kept her from actually falling in.
The next morning, though, I discovered a burn on the back of her leg--pretty bad, the skin was burned off. She had been wearing shorts and baby legs, and evidently she hit the metal right in between the two, so her clothes hadn't burned. She hadn't indicated that she was in any pain (until we cleaned it out--she really didn't like that). It's scabbed over & seems to be healing fine. It's ironic, though--just last week I was commenting to someone that she didn't really know what a band-aid was because she never got hurt. Maybe I should have knocked on wood.