Last night the girls and I had a party while the boys went camping. We didn't get to all the amazing activities we planned (we will be painting our toenails another time), but definitely had fun! A new movie, dinner in the den, making cookies, and a new puzzle took up our time. One of the requests was chocolate milk at dinner. We rarely have this at our house except in the form of hot cocoa during the cold months. I don't know why. I just never think of it otherwise. Anyway, when I handed LL her cup she exclaimed, "Wow, Mom! Thanks! This is cold hot cocoa: my favorite!" Made me chuckle.
The men came home today smelling of campfire smoke and dirt. They had a blast! Amazingly, the bag of marshmallows is still about half full. I guess a guy can eat only so much burnt fluff. ED was so excited to get his own fishing pole in preparation for this overnighter. I was somewhat surprised to learn that he didn't break it out once--he ended up wanting to swim with the fish instead of catch them. Derrell didn't mind. He would go fishing if he needed to, but has never considered it enjoyable. Shh. Don't tell our son.
