Father/Son Campout

And let's just go ahead and wrap up the campout idea with the Father & Son Campout.

I don't remember many details about this...other than they stayed up until some ridiculous hour like midnight or something. Hello! That's something that would've never happened with the moms there. Ha ha! Oh, the difference between Michael and I. Parker looks pretty wiped here and I seem to remember him coming home a beast. But they had fun, of course.

Parker didn't own any shoes, besides his Crocs, when they went. And Michael didn't want him wearing his Crocs. So I sent him with these shoes that I thought were a little too big. When they came home and I saw the size, I realized they were about three sizes too big. And when I saw these pictures for the first time I realized, yes, those look like clown shoes on him. I'm glad he didn't fall and get hurt!


The pterodactyl nest. Or that's what they called it. They found an egg shell in there. Michael thinks something like an ostrich. Hmm. This look on Evan's face - typical. That's just the kind of kid he is. I'm glad he has a friend like...

Noah! He's a happy kid. I think Evan needs him to balance out his negativity. Ha! While the boys were gone for this campout, Maren and I went and had manicures and pedicures at the beauty school nearby and then we went out to dinner. WAY FUN! I wish she and I could do stuff like that more often.