Apparently Josh was listening to all the whining and took Labor Day weekend off so we could pretend it was summer for just 3 more days. THREE. MORE. DAYS.
Since I'm a-scared-a the dark and woodland creatures, I went to work convincing other people to join us.
And that's the story of why the cleanest people we know agreed to play in the dirt and not shower for 3 days.
The children were thrilled. Ignore the odd-faced grown-up in the middle. The children are worth the picture.
Within 5 minutes of getting there both kids were covered in black ash and Ashley was wounded. We were off to a good start.
It's OK, we walked it off.
At night it got cold. So we warmed our hands by the fire and breathed in smoke.
We mostly sat around doing nothing the whole time with occasional spurts of eating and cooking.
Except when the kids convinced us to color and blow bubbles and throw rocks.
This was the trip where we ditched the pack 'n play and gave him his very own grownup sleeping bag. He did great until he woke up in the middle of the night and didn't know where he was. So he did join us in our bag after 4am making for a VERY squishy night. (Pregnant Amy + sideways Tommy + average-sized Daddy in one sleeping bag = squished.) But he woke up happy and warm, and when Tommy's happy, everybody's happy.
We had such a great time and were glad to have one last weekend off now that Josh has work & school 7 days/week. Besides, there's something about the mountains that just makes me happy.
And when you add good friends to the mix, the weekend is guaranteed to be fabulous.
I've said it before, but I'm fairly certain this really was the last camping trip of the summer. Until next year when we will be a family of 4.....
Oh, it shouldn't be the last one of the year... Kyle and I have to take at least one more, you should come with us!
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