Camping

Labor Day weekend Mason and I went camping with my family. It was so much fun.
Right when we get there Mason found the most dusty spot to play with his cars and got covered in dirt from head to toe. Being a boy and being with all his boy cousins (7 boys under 9 total) they decided to add water to the dirt and I'm sure you all know where this leading...

The first thing I did was unload the car. First came out the tent and air mattress. My husband call the air mattress cheating. I told him that I wasn't going to boy scout camp, I was going to fat girl camp and they sleep on air mattresses.

There was no way I was leaving behind my queen size memory foam air mattress!!

Next I set up my tent. Naturally being that I have this huge awesome family none of them offered to help me set it up. Instead they formed a half circle around my tent and mocked me. Great times I tell you...

Next I grab my mattress from it's hiding place and everyone placed bets on whether or not it would even fit in my tent.

As if they hadn't laughed hard enough already watching me set up the tent they also had to watch me get my mattress in the tent and aired up. You know to see who won the bet and all...

I seriously thought my brother-in-law Jesse was going to throw up from laughing so hard.
They were all thoughly disappointed when I got the mattress in and set up with out anymore hilarious moments with which to mock me with later.

After getting everything ready for the night I went to my car and made myself a nice full glass of punch. Immediatly everyone started asking me where I got it from and why I wasn't sharing. I have never seen Cammie and Jesse run so fast. I had the last laugh though because the car was locked and they sure weren't getting my keys. I did give in but only because I needed a refill.

We didn't start addding the alcohol unitl after all the little kids went to bed. I had never even been tipsy before... ever... my memory is hazy. I only remember pits and pieces. I have no clue what Jesse was adding to my drinks but it took like 6 before I was feeling anything.

My husband was so proud when he called and my speech was slurred. Yep, so was my mother...

I was not the drunkest one there though and I made it to my own bed by myself.

My cousin Little Don wasn't so fortunate. He got to feeling good and went off on how he is tired of being called Little Don. All these little kids call him Little Don. He now wants to be referred to as Massive Don.

Just a bit of Don History;
My father is Old Don
My brother is Donnie
My uncle is Big Don
My cousin is Little Don
My mother is Nancy Dawn
I am Laura Dawn
and my little cousin is Sarah Dawn

Little Don decided that he wants to be called Massive Don. He said Old, Ugly, Stupid were taken, and he would get his butt kicked over Stud so Massive would have to do.

He went so far as to tell our Grandmother that he just wants Massive on all his cards and gifts. He said that Old, Ugly and Stupid would know who it was referring to.

The rest of the weekend was spent trying to keep track of all those boys, feeding everyone, picking up after everyone, and roasting marshmallows.

A great way to spend a weekend.

Now on to the photos. As always if you click on them and it will enlarge and you can read my notes.

A photo of the tents. Disregard Cameron sitting there. Although it is a 'great' photo of her.

My Grandma Shirley even made it out camping.

She didn't 'rough' it in a tent though, she slept in the camper.

Jesse's niece. It was getting dark and I took this over my shoulder with my 50mm manual focus.

I got lucky it was in focus...

I love the nail polish!!

My cousin Little Don called my son q-tip. Never mind that his oldest son is just as albino with just as white of hair.

Note to self: Little Don wants to be called 'Massive' Don.

I have no clue what he was trying to do here.

It looked like he was doing step aerobics.

They say they were playing football but it looked more like follow the leader to me.
What do I know though. I'm just a girl.

My son was fully dressed before this but since he has learned to undress himself

he has decided that anytime he sees a guy without his shirt on that he shouldn't

have to wear any clothes.

I tell Cammie to smile and this is what I get.

Just another photo to add to the 'bad photos of Cameron' folder.

Camping is dirty business.

Mind you we had been there maybe 15 minutes.

It was a great weekend! Mason and I had so much fun with my family.

My husband, you ask, was at home. I have no clue what he did all weekend. I'm sure he had fun also though.