Want to get last week's 3 a.m. insanity off the blogroll, but I have to make something for dinner. Soon.
This weekend, John took the boys camping in Sedona, only an hour away from Phoenix. It snowed! In April! It hailed! It was cold! John said they sat in the tent, during the day for six hours straight. And they loved it. They pretended they were going to climb Mt. Everest and were camping out at basecamp. They played cards, watched movies, read books, told stories.
|This is the picture he texted me Saturday morning, to which I replied, "Come home!"|
His phone battery conveniently died, just then.
This was supposed to be the spring boyscout camping event. 30 families had intended to come. The first night (probably after reading the weather report), there were five. The next morning, four drove away. Yup, John stayed. Later that day, two more tents arrived. John and the boys were the only ones to make it through the entire weekend. John was very proud.
(The laundry pile they brought home was ridiculous. I will be washing these smelly things for the rest of the week!)
Andrew and I stayed home. For two very good reasons (well, more, but here are two): 1. I hate to be wet and cold (that is why I live in Arizona). 2. Six hours straight in a tent (I might prefer wet and cold).
Andrew and I were very happy at home watching movies, eating popcorn, taking bubblebaths and staying warm. I even put on my swimsuit and took the bubblebaths with him.
On Sunday, the boys came home and we had tacos and played Tug-o-War with some friends from our church. Fun! My team lost, and my back may be ruined for the next month, but I don't know, the laughs may have been worth it. When was the last time you played Tug-o-War? Probably too long ago. :)
Okay, dinner time!