This weekend was the church Father/Son campout, so we got to divide the troops. Daddy-o took these two boys camping Friday night (this is the after picture.)
This is only the second year that Peanut has gotten to go, and this year, a lot of his friends also came. I guess the fact that he HAS several friends this year is kind of big.
If the dirty faces are any indication, they had a great time! They didn't sleep much, and as Daddy-o says, it's a lot of work for less than 24 hours of camping, but the boys absolutely love it. Peanut especially can't stop talking about it. He asks multiple times a day, "I want to go on that same trip again with." And he absolutely doesn't want me or Bean to come along.
But that is okay with us because while the boys were gone, we had a lot of fun. Friday eveing, we read in the hammock for a bit and ate pizza and ice cream while binge watching Once Upon a Time. Saturday morning, Bean slept in (and I got a crazy amount of stuff done during those couple hours) and then we went for a run on the greenway and came home to make French toast with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.
When Daddy-o heard about our time, he remarked that it sounded really relaxing. I think at the stage we're now at, I get the easier end of the Father/Son campout. I used to be left with a baby who woke up all night and a daughter who really wanted to have girl time, but was being thwarted by her little brother. But we paid our dues and now get girl time galore. Bean is old enough for us to do things that are really fun for me, too, and only having one of the kids makes it so easy, and quiet. Totally different experience for Daddy-o as he tried to keep a 4 year old from drowning in the river, got kids to bed hours past their bedtimes, set up and cleaned up camp (including someone else's kids' pee who had an accident while playing on Daddy-o's bed), and has to function on 4 hours of sleep the next day. Yeah, I'll stay home with my girl.
