Daddy Camp

Remember that miscommunication? It resulted in a Daddy Camping night that meant this mama got to be home. Alone. For hours on end.

It was magnificent.

But don't think I had all the fun. Despite his planning inability, my Mountain Man had a wonderful night with his two favorite little people. They gorged themselves on hot dogs, honeybuns, and chips. They built at least three fires, fished their hearts out, and came home filthy. That's called camping success.

Because my MM is a man, he took all of 15 pictures. (Compared to how I took 70 today alone.) These are my favorites:

Bella and her very first catfish! She was proud of catching
but it was up to her daddy to release it. Fish aren't for
touching, she says (and I concur). She does bait her own
hook though! (This picture makes my heart swell.)

This is my favorite. I love that little boy (who had to move over there
because he said there were too many bugs where they set up their chairs
and who only lasted another five minutes after this). He says he's filled his
quota of "roughing it" time for awhile.

You didn't think my Mountain Man would take his show
on the road without electronic babysitters, right? What
else would they do at night? Tell stories? Talk? Sleep?

See above caption.

***This post is part of Wordful Wednesday and Wayback When-esday.***