So for those who have me on their fb, you'll see I recently went camping with the Boy Scouts (Deacons) and we did some shotgun, .22's, and tomahawk throwing the following day. Fun times for me, but not Grant. Apparently he cried a lot once he woke up from his nap and found out I had already left and I was going camping without him.
So I came home on Saturday at about 5 PM (before the hour change) and raced to setup the camping stuff from the car into the backyard so Grant and I could have our own campout. It was pretty dang fun too. We did hot dogs (well, chicken/turkey dog for me with mozzarella, artichoke, and garlic), hot chocolate, and marshmallows.


We even read the critter book called, "
Just Me and My Dad," as we laid there in the cold tent. It was seriously a great campout. Well, minus the screaming out of NOwhere in the middle of the night . . . he yelled, "I want
OATmeal!!!!!"
???
What can he say, he likes it.