A Camping Trip

We wanted to go camping a few weeks ago but didn't really have enough time. It would be a really hectic trip if we had waited for Brans to get home at 6. By the time we would drive somewhere and set up camp it would be time to go to bed. So we decided to have a campout in our backyard.

We started things off with a little BBQ, chicken for me and the pa, and hot doggies for the boys. Next up- roasting mallows, of course!

It was kind of bright outside, hence the squinting.

Brecken liked his warm gooey mallow, but one roasted was enough. He wanted the rest straight from the bag.

I'm not quite sure how a two year olds' mind works. Sitting in the swing with his mallows all lined up must have sounded pretty fun to him.

This was the sad fate of the above lined up mallows. One bite from each.

We tried to play a game of kickball. It seemed just a bit too complex for the boys still. They didn't quite grasp the running around bases part. They just wanted to chase the ball. Here is our lovely sunset.

Putting up the tent was the part Caden was most excited for. He asked every five minutes, "Is it time to put up the tent yet?"

And of course what else would you do in a big empty tent but wrestle or play the "tackle game" as the boys put it.

Here is the whole set up. I told Branson if we didn't have that back fence showing it really would look like we were out camping somewhere.

Lana seemed to enjoy the campout as well.

Branson reading a spooky Shel Silverstein poem.

The boys looking adequately spooked.

I decided this really wasn't a bad way to go. No packing, no long road trip, a nice bathroom and kitchen available. Not too shabby.