This past weekend our family went camping. I love camping. We went quite a bit while growing up and I completely "get it" now because, while I drank coffee and talked with
adults, the kids did this...
...and this...
...and they don't fight, complain that they're bored, or make messes that I need to worry about.
The kids also had a chance to ride horses for a bit:
....and watch the daddies dig this guy out of a gopher hole and grab him with their bare hands.
On our last camping trip, the kids found a baby rattlesnake, which required instant death. I think the dads liked being able to play with this one for a bit.
A friend of ours also found this little guy:
and at one point, one of my kids grabbed my phone and took some pictures.
Not exactly sure who the culprit was, but I found a clue...
I consider it a fantastic deal to sleep on the ground in exchange for no fighting and easy bedtimes,
plus we get to make a few memories at the same time.
WIN!