In three short hours Camp Runamoka will commence. My backyard will be invaded by a bevy of small children who will be spending the night. Sugar highs and ghost stories are on the agenda. What was I thinking?
Update: It’s now just past midnight and my campers are attempting to whisper. They aren’t succeeding as none of them seem to know the definition of the word. At the moment I am listening to them through the upstairs window. I can hear Maddie best, Boy Wonder next and an occasional “I’m trying to sleep,” from Darwin. At least they are having a good time!
I’m headed down to attempt to sleep–I just need to get my jammies and earplugs. I’ve left strict instructions with IZ that should the bitty neighbor call the cops, please send them back to the tent. Maybe they can teach our kids how to whisper. If the bitty decides to knock on our door, then please offer her a pair of my earplugs and wish her the best.
Best wishes to all–photos of our madness on the flip. 🙂
If this is a real camp, I have a few children I could send! (and what were you thinking?)
Ooh… send them 🙂
hahahahahahhahahahahahhaha
you are so asking for it.
Great photos. It looks like a real live camp. Actually, it looks nicer than most of the camps I ever went to. Come to think of it – it *is* nicer than any of the camps I ever went to.
It looks like fun! It may be a hassle, but the memories for the kids(and sometimes for the parents) are well worth it.
Is IZ always such a blur? Is he a Super?
You’re a braver woman than I. I have to say, my eldest is sorta fading today. You mean you didn’t make sure she got her full 8? 🙂
One of these days, I will have to get my life together sufficiently to host some type of event. Until then, thanks for hosting Harry, Hermoine and Weezley.
Of COURSE you heard Maddie the best. Didn’t I mention that she’s just SUPERLATIVE at talking loud past midnight? The little genius!
Here’s another nickel…
SUPERLATIVE? Excuse me, but I do not think that word means what you think it means.
Maddie is my little church mouse. She helped paint today, even after being put through the wringer.
I went to vacation bible school when I was about 10 or 11 which was a summer camp with a lot of praying and they served prunes with every meal. The praying part was okay because something fun usually followed, but prunes?? Nothing fun follows prunes. Well, unless you’re into that sort of thing.
Summer camp is THE DEVIL. It looks like y’all had toasted marshmallows, though, so as long as there were no prunes…
Lovely house, girlie. I love the front porch.
Kat: No prunes or bible stories. We did crafts, roasted marshmallows, watched a movie, and ate a TON of junk food. 🙂 The front porch is my favorite part of the house. 🙂
did you make god’s eyes? wheee.
Ohhhhhh I LOVE this! Was it a birthday party sleepover of sorts?
Na, Grins. It was just one last blast of summer… 😉
We roasted marshmallows, watched a movie, ate a ton of junk food, did art and palyed with legos, and stayed up until the wee hours–then got up at the crack of dawn for a wonderful breakfast made by IZ. 🙂