Paul had the day off Saturday (a somewhat rare and wonderful occurrence) and decided it was about time he took Noah camping. He managed to get home at a decent hour Friday night and the boys loaded up and were off! Noah was so excited, he'd been talking about it all week. This was his first campout and Paul and I were not sure how he would do.
He loved it! They cooked hot dogs over the fire, roasted marshmallows, and did some hiking. Noah loved sleeping in the tent but was so excited about it he had a hard time settling down. Paul was wiped out and Noah was bouncing off the (tent) walls - when Paul suggested that Noah come get in his sleeping bag with him Noah jumped right in and slept soundly all night. Unfortunately, Paul was not able to do the same : )
Paul had brought cereal and a quart of milk for breakfast - but he forgot to put the cereal away and an animal got into it during the night. Paul asked Noah if he wanted a hot dog and milk for breakfast and I don't think the kid has ever heard a better idea in his life! Paul couldn't quite stomach it so as Noah ate his breakfast Paul packed up. Then Noah says, "Um Dad, we have a problem." When Paul asked what it was Noah said, "There's a hot dog in the milk." As if he had no idea how it got there! Sure enough, Noah had put his hot dog in the quart of milk. So much for the milk.
It was a short trip, but a great first experience for Noah.
Thanks for being such a great daddy, Paul : )
While the boys were gone Alex and I partyed. We ran around in our underwear and drank Izzes. Ok - only one of us was in our underwear. (Wish I had a picture of Alex in her undies downing an Izze).
And of course we (what else) painted. Apparently some of you got the false impression from a previous post that my painting projects were over - I wish! They've only just begun...
(Wish I had a picture of Alex with a measuring cup in one hand and a pastry brush in the other, pretending to paint like mommy).