Camping Out

Last weekend I took the boys out for a little camping with some of our friends and this was the result: Dirty faces, lots of sweets, running around with flash lights trying to scare people, throwing rocks in the lake, trying to catch little fish with our bare hands, making sand creations on the beach, going for nature walks, checking out the nature station at the park (who knew beavers were so huge?), and staying up late listening to the noisy forest around us. It was fun. I'm pretty sure the boys think being out in the woods is better than Disney World. At least, there was less complaining. Of course, how could they not be happy with no need for hygiene and a mouth full of fire roasted marshmallows?