Grayson reserved the same camp site they'd used in April, which has a gorgeous view of the lake:
Just outside the boundaries of the site proper, there's a large tree trunk that's perfect for practicing your balance beam skills.
Nathaniel and Nicholas navigated it like it was a sidewalk.
I asked them to sit on it for a quick picture and Nathaniel said, "Do we HAVE to? You take like 12 pictures of us EVERY DAY." Really? Twelve? HOW DARE I?
They didn't protest as much when I asked them to jump OFF the log.
This particular camp site is on a cul-de-sac, so it's a prime spot for safe bike-riding. The boys all took full advantage of it.
After they tired of riding, Grayson suggested a quick walk down the path to the lake.
We passed a family fishing on the opposite bank on our way to the "beach."
It truly was a beautiful day, and the leaves are all in full blush this time of year ... the view along the shoreline was stunning.
I forced myself to take a picture of the boys playing on the beach. But it was hard. I AM NOT A FAN. In the Spring and Summer, this spot is fine ... they wear Crocs and swimsuits down there and they have a blast in the water.
Their clear instructions were to stay OUT of the water, not to throw sand, and not to get their pants wet. None of them obeyed rules number one or two, and Nicholas openly defied rule number three. I thought I was going to go hoarse telling them to get out of the water so many times. Part of me tells myself we only have ourselves to blame, because we took them to a faux beach and turned them loose.
The other part of me wants to know how on Earth people get their kids to obey the first time every time. Or are those people an urban myth?
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Pretty sure those parents are an urban myth. :)
I've never laid eyes on those people. MYTH.
I'm glad I have dogs because they can't say things like, "please don't take my picture..." AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Great pictures. I hope the guys will have great memories of camping. I grew up in a camping family. It was great until my teenage years. My favorite camping memory with my dad was cooking breakfast on the coleman stove, skillet toast and the smell of coffee in the open air. Now... I'll take a motel over camping. Our wedding vows included "and never camping".
Urban myth. And is it ok to say I'm a little jealous that it's still warm enough to camp there - in shorts?
They really are troupers for putting up with the constant picture-taking, although I love benefitting from it.
Also, Jakey's hair rules.
That must have been a ball for those boys. I miss those days when mine were that little - so sweet.
-Rene
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I'm glad I'm not the only one who wonders about those parents! I know they exist, but apparently I'm not one of them.
Beckie, I didn't include "and never camping" in my wedding vows, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK OF IT.
Ryan Leigh, yessssssss, it was 73 here Saturday. I sweated like a pig.
SET, Jakey's crazy hair is one of his best qualities!
Rene, I know one day I will look back on these days and it will seem like the time just flew by. This weekend was not one of those times. ;)
Rachel, thanks so much! I'll pass it along.
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