Fathers and Sons

The weekend after our Utah/Vegas trip, Jose took Clark on his very first Fathers and Sons campout. It's a yearly tradition in our ward, but this was the first year Jose was up to the challenge. I think it was peer pressure. All of our friends took their sons for the first time this year, and they carpooled. And I actually did a happy dance when they left, right on the driveway. Needless to say, I was a very happy camper. :)


Oh, but my poor baby was cold! It got really cold on the overnight, and they didn't sleep very well (read: at all). Jose didn't want to be the dork that brought a down comforter, at my suggestion, so they had to tough it out. Obviously, this was not girls camp.




But after they got the blood flowing again, I think they had fun. Jose told me that they played some kind of game that involved digging holes and rolling big rocks into them. Or something. But apparently, all the littles loved it.








See, now, the difference between mommys and daddys is that mommys can tell just by the way a child stands that his diaper needs to be changed. I'm pretty sure that Clark was either very soggy or stinky for the entire 15 minutes or so that Jose was snapping pictures. Makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. But in the end, I just shrug my shoulders and start counting down til the next Fathers and Sons.


P.S. I went out to dinner with my friends and their leftover kiddos and then went home and read a book and watched a movie and slept in. Blissfully.