While we were camping this past weekend, I quickly noticed that the campers at the other sites seemed to be having a far more relaxing time than we were. They were playing cards, reading peacefully, puttering around making meals.
At our site we had six kids, ages:5, 5, 3, 2, 1, and four months and relaxing it was not. It sure was FUN though and we loved watching our little crazies have a happy time with flashlights and marshmallow roasting, as well as having time at night to talk with our friends while the little guys were tucked into sleeping bags.
Another thing it was not was clean or relatively clean, by any stretch of the imagination. My boys were rolling in the dirt and tree debris, crawling on all fours after our friends' patient dog, banging things in the ashes of the fire pit, and had food smeared all over them.
So these pictures are of my little dirty boys who truly proved to me that boys are indeed made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails or at least dirt and bugs and sticks!
I don't think there were actual stab wounds but I know Jasper got Tymen on the head with his sticks to get a reaction.
Jasper digging around while the bigger kids were off hunting down and scooping up slugs.
Partners in crime.
Always, always on the move.
I love this little dirty face!
Dirty little pickers that scooped up dirt and popped it into his mouth.
After an eventful Saturday night, when we had to bring our croupy Jasper to the local ER for a breathing treatment, we brought these dirty little puppies home for a bath.
After the bath, while I was unpacking, I turned around and found my little guy getting himself messy again.
I must say that that being a mum, is the busiest job I have ever, ever had, by far.