Flashback: Father and Son Campout

Since I have several posts to catch you up on, I will be brief in my comments. Right before we left for AZ (and a week and a half before our move), our ward held the annual Father/Son Campout. Despite all the craziness going on in our house with packing and preparing not only for our trip, but also our move to Iowa, Robby and Chap decided to go and have some father/son fun (with my consent, of course). I do have to give kudos to my husband for taking our son camping with a decent chance of rain with a leaky tent because he knew Li'l Robby would be very disappointed if they had missed it. Fortunately for them, it didn't rain.

Before

During

Robby, the frog hunter's catch

After
(Li'l Robby was wet and muddy from the pants down, and was really wanting a bath. Yes you read that right, he really wanted a bath!)