My boys look forward to the father/son campout all year. Well, in all actuality, they look forward to any campout ever. They love to camp! They love it so much, sometimes I wonder how they can be my children. Because I so do not like to camp. I would rather do pretty much anything than camp. They must get it from their dad. Luckily, Trent made it back just in time for the campout. With all of his traveling back and forth to Atlanta during this time, we didn't even know if he was going to be able to take the boys on the campout this year. The boys were so glad that he did make it home because this was their last campout with all of their Colorado buddies.
These two are very practiced at putting up a tent. Much to Trent's delight.
So this was Preston's first father/son campout. This was the first year Trent and I both felt he was campout ready. I think he was in heaven. Look at him with that giant stick, and no mom there to tell him not to run around with it or he might poke an eyeball out.
With one of his best buddies, Andrew. Don't they both look so pleased with themselves? The boys all had a blast while the girls and I stayed at home, snug and warm in our nice, comfy, cozy beds.
