Camping in April

We are back from camping!  We survived!  We (dare I say it?)had fun!

I didn't actually realize that the campground we were going to had "hookups."

That's fancy trailer talk for water and power.

So . . . yeah.  I took a shower . . . used the hair dryer . . . listened to Pandora . . . brewed hot coffee . . .

It was pretty rough.

Right before we left our house, the kids and I finished theTitanic cake for my dad's birthday.

Yes.  Laugh if you must.

However, my children deemed me the most awesomest cake maker in the world.  Apparently, I should open up a "cake store."

When Sweet Pea read that I wrote, "Have an UNSINKABLE day!," she could barely contain herself.  Clearly, I rock.

(Please note that in the above picture Little Dude is naked.  This is proof that I am not a liar.  That boy is always naked these days.)

Camping wasn't as cold as I had anticipated.  We were the only fools camping, so we had the entire campground to ourselves.  The girls decided to go "dirt-biking."

Methinks they took the word "dirt-biking" a little too literally.

Brilliant, are they not?

This was Lucy's first time camping.  She did great!

She is reminding me of Mabel (our first dog) more and more.

*Gasp!*

Is my husband laughing at my cake?!  Is my father?!

Perhaps I am not as magnificent as my kids claim me to be?

Sweet Pea and PopPop.

PopPop with all the grandkids.

After the birthday festivities, we decided to take a walk.  We walked and walked.  Then we saw a hill, and we were inspired to climb it in hopes of seeing fantastic views of the lake.

Instead, we saw fantastic views of a water treatment plant.

It was discouraging.

Sister Meagan. of whom I neglected to photograph, stayed behind with Little Dude and Sweet Pea whilst we were walking.

Therefore, Sister Meagan had the priviledge of helping Little Dude use the "tray-wer tullet."

Sister Meagan to Sweet Pea:  Hey!   Does he need help wiping after he goes poo?

Sweet Pea:  Yup.

Sister Meagan:  How do I do it?

Sweet Pea:  Pretend it is your bottom.  Just wipe him like you would wipe your own.

My girl is brilliant.

Later on, I took Daisy Mae on a bike ride to a part of the state park that had a little bridge and boardwalk in a marshy area.

We saw a heron, ducks, and other various sorts of exciting waterfowl.

On our bikeride back, we got stuck in a hail/rain/thunder storm.

So, that was fun.

On Sunday, we had breakfast and packed up to go.  Before we left, we took a quick walk.

We were a bit miffed that the sun decided to come out 10 minutes before we left.

Little Dude was dressed appropriately.

"Fat man in a little coat . . . "

(Name that actor)

So.  We survived.  Apparently, you can camp in April.

Who knew?!

Happy Monday!