Two weeks ago we packed up what seemed to be our entire house and headed to camp. My husbands family does this every year. This was our first year not staying in the "big cabin" with the grandparents and younger Aunts and Uncles. We had held out as long as we could but we had finally really out grown our little room with the two full bed, and we needed a quiet place of our own for nap times, So this year we got our own cabin... and an earful every single morning from the littles about hurrying up so we could go to Grammy and Grandpa's cabin. Which was just around the bend from ours.
There are twenty-eight of us in all, four families in four cabins within walking distance of each other.
Grammy and Grandpa, their twelve kids, three spouses and eleven Grandchildren all five and under.
Also two dogs and a partridge in a pair tree.
As well as Tom's Grandparents and Uncle and five more dogs staying nearby...
This year was also Jacks first year at camp. He loved it as much as the kids.
On the first morning there Grandpa started building this... a giant playpen for the three littlest ones among us... 6 months, 8 months, and one year... the finished product is later in this post.
He had LOTS of helpers... something tells me he will never want for helpers.
Skilled labor maybe... but never eager little helpers.
Trent and Madison's power wheels quads were the big hit this year. Luckily they were very happy to share!
If we get enough of them and extra batteries I think we could keep all the kids happy around the clock... I am going to start pricing this out.
Uncle Scott talking to Vivi in the hillbilly playpen... I swear he was made to make baby girls smile.
He has always been a favorite of Bella's too.
Portia loving the baby... seriously all she wanted to to was pick her up all the time!
Getting ready to cook breakfast... its on the fire and its an event here like every meal.
The thing that is awesome about camp is the time. Time to play catch with Dad everyday. Time to eat together every meal. Time to take walks to nowhere. Play cards. Read books. Ride bikes. talk to everyone. Scrapbook. Or just be quiet and sit by the fire. Time for soaking up some memories.
More to come... much much more!