Fishing, fishing, and more fishing. The boys were obsessed. Papa humored them and took them fishing just about every morning and every night. And, for the first time, they had success.
I think most of the boys caught fish, but here's Jake, Carter, and Sammy with their loot. We actually fried up one of Carter's fish and ate it after we got home. By "we" I mean "they," of course...I don't do fish.
One day, the kids all ate cereal for lunch. Emerson decided to forego the the spoon (or fork, in his case) and dive in for the kill. when he came up for air, he had fruit loops all over his face.
Preston and malia have had a love hate relationship as of late...but on this camping trip, it was all about love. The older kids were teasing them that they were going to get married. Malia was all for it but Preston was running the other direction. Malia even asked me to buy her a "married dress" so she could have a wedding while we were camping. They both seemed satisfied when we explained they couldn't get married there because there was no temple in Shaver.
And family camp would not be the same without karaoke night. The kids loved it! Even our shy boys were up there singing their hearts out. Caleb has some serious moves. That kid is going to be the center of stake dances when he's a teenager because he likes to get down and boogie...
The girls were more subdued but every bit as into the karaoke.
Bella would have been happy to sit and hole Elise the whole time. It didn't matter whether there was something going on or not, Bella preferred to be sitting down holding Elise...I wish she had been my first born.
The last day, there was a serious water balloon fight. The rules were...two teams (the Green choanies and the Blue something). They had to launch balloons from this slingshot thing. The kids were having a great time and so were the adults until Matt got nailed in the family jewels. Twice. After that, it was all out war. No sling shots, just advance with as many water balloons as you could hold and fire at will. It was fun to watch.
One night, we drove over to the scout camp and watched fireworks from the dock. It was beautiful to see the fireworks reflect on the water. What a fabulous way to celebrate the 4th of July.
So, family camp is a memory. Sure, most people went home with the flu or bronchitis, but we're all recovering...slowly. Some of the clothes went straight to the trash and the blankets and sleeping bags mostly had to be done at the laundromat...but we're all excited to do it again next year. Well, maybe excited isn't the right word. The Edwardsons are excited. The rest are tucking away those memories until they fade enough to laugh at.
2 comments:
I want that picture. I didn't think to take pictures of the fireworks.
It was a great week...even the family jewels. Next year will be even better- how could it possibly get worse???
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