Camping

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.