The Weekend

Bryce took the three boys camping this weekend, along with the other men in the stake. The little boys drank a lot of soda, per their animated report. I'm pretty sure that was a highlight of the trip. That, and riding four-wheelers.

Do you remember last year's incident at the Father-Son campout?

Or the year before, when Tyce locked the keys in the car?

Oh boy.

I'm seeing a pattern here.

Is that the very picture of sadness?

Cameron was sitting in a camping chair when he leaned over to get his flashlight. His chair tipped over and Cam face-planted into the gravel. His forehead bled like a faucet. Luckily Brother Stolworthy, a paramedic, was on hand to assess the damage and clean our little guy up. Cameron didn't need stitches but I will say that the wound is pretty impressive.

I think Tyce might argue that we should get a quad and throw out our "dangerous" camping chairs.

Well Cameron slept a bit on the way home but was ready to play that afternoon. He and Harrison played outside, and then . . . WAILING . . . Cameron tumbled off the slide and gave himself a black eye!

Bryce has a good point though . . . it's amazing that this kind of thing doesn't happen more often.

Well Mary Rachel and I had a much quieter time.

We ate at Subway, saw the Hannah Montana movie, got pedicures, and went to the mall. We both got new earrings.

Skittle toes.

And Sunday was church. In the spirit of being positive I won't tell you how the three younger children acted during sacrament meeting. Let me just say that I'm glad today is a school day.

Oh, Sunday was my mom's birthday! She is the BEST and I love her. I wish I could have been there to celebrate her special day.