Guess who got to go to Father's and Son's and camp out on the desert? That's right. Kabe. And Daddy. And Brigham. And 7 other cousins. And Uncle Heath. And Papa Cox. It was a boy party the likes of which I have never seen before. The oldest of the boys was 6, youngest 2. High Adventure. Fun was had by all and each came home looking like they'd had a mud bath and smelling like a smoke signal.
Of course, the girls had to play while the boys were away and we made some lovely hair bows, jewelry, watched a chick flick, played dress up, played dance class, went for a late night walk in the dark and stayed up very very very late.
This is a good annual tradition.