Father's and Son's Campout

This year was Matthias first year to go and he was ecstatic. I made the mistake of putting the new Spiderman backpack I bought him Thursday night at the foot of his bed. So he was up at 4 am playing with it. I don't know that he ever when back to sleep. By 7 he was dressed with his backpack packed and ready to go.

Then Taylor left for work to his great distress. "But is it a short day?" (Taylor got half days every Friday). So I assured him it was a short day and dad would be home soon.

He spent the rest of the day wearing his backpack around. I had him take a nap before he could go. A couple hours later he came downstairs with his backpack still on. (my mom got a picture of this, but sadly I didn't).

They finally left around 5 pm. The boys had an absolute blast. Their best friend Ryan came and the three of them went off exploring all night. The dads told them they could only go 3 trees away and off they went happy as little boys can be. The next morning they got to try out a zip line and loved that. They had a such a wonderful time hanging with Dad!







My family was in town, but I still made it to bed at 10pm, turned on my window fan for white noise and to actually have one night sleeping with a quilt rather than sweating to death. Flipped on Hannah's monitor and slept 9 amazing hours with no interruptions. Heaven.

I think we should have Father's and Son's a couple times a year...