Well "Herbie" got to go camping this weekend with the boys. But even more exciting than that was that Grandpa Max got to go, too. How fun! They had a great, great time:
Emmy was really, really mad about her carseat being taken out of the buggy. She was crying and really hoping that she could go with the boys, too. Luckily Grandma Diana was there and started up the bubbles. Bubbles - and Grandmas - solve everything. Perfect. We had a lovely (and quiet) time with all the boys gone. It was really enjoyable.
They found a tree that had fallen over, but some roots were still stuck in the ground. Miles couldn't stop asking questions about it, looking at it, examining it, etc. Go figure - the other day he came up to me and said, "Mom, I want to be a studier." You are kiddo.
Here Jonas is "cooking [his] hands" to get them warm in the cool morning. What a funny beauty.
They found a cow's skull - and, instead of taking the whole thing home like Miles wanted to, they got to pull out a tooth and bring that home.
A fun time had by all the boys, I think. I was a little jealous. But only for a little bit, because when they all got home the house got all rowdy again, real quick, and I realized what a lovely time I had had, too. So I think we'll all be looking forward to it again next year. You up for it again, Grandpa Max? :)