Camping

We're in the middle of birthday week again.  (How did we manage to create birthday pairs so many times over?)  Sebastian turned 3 yesterday and Isaac will be 5 tomorrow.

We went camping this past weekend.  It was so, so much fun.  It had been a while since we had all camped together as a family, and this trip reminded me that we're really good at it!  Camping suits us well, and we're sure to be doing more of it in the near future.

There's so much else going on, and so many things I'd like to record here, but time eludes me.  For now, a photo dump of our weekend:

 Mmmmm.... there's nothing like cooking over a campfire.

 These cloaks have served us well.  In fact, we have some new ones, freshly made for this trip.

 The view over my shoulder at the campfire.  This girl loves the Ergo.

 Walkie-talkies are always handy while camping.  (Who is that mysterious figure in the background?)

 They certainly enjoyed the public bathrooms more than I did.

 I'd like to say that this is just my camping look, but no, this is pretty much what I look like all the time.

 Oliver is a true outdoorsman.  Nothing bothers him.  No amount of dirt embedded in his skin, or sand filling his clothes can get this kid down.  And he takes his coffee black.

 Check out this profile.  Love.

 She was happy as a clam at the beach, playing in the sand.

 Sebastian.

 All six of the boys are in this picture.  Can you spot them all?

 Sebastian can be kind of ornery. (ahem) And bossy.

 In these pictures, he's mad that I'm trying to take his picture instead of taking one of the boat like he was telling me to.

 "It's over THERE!"

 "Point the camera THAT WAY!"

 "This is edible rock, right?"

 "C'mon, I was kidding!"

 My sweet husband.

 We brought home lots and lots of sand.  Not on purpose, and not all in one place.

 Maybe no one will notice...

"Owen, put her back where she was."

Dang, caught.

 Sorry, G.  They're not going to let you have any fun.

 Back at the campsite.  That pack n' play was gathering dust in the basement.  I never use it, but have held onto it since Blake was born.  I thought it might come in handy this weekend.  It did...for about 12 minutes.  Maybe time for the donation pile.

 Thankfully, a messy campsite doesn't bother me nearly as much as a messy house does.

 This was Sunday morning, after a night of crazy thunderstorms.

 I did a lot of this.

The end.