We are home. Slightly smelly, rather dirty (well, 2 of us that is), sand in our shoes and sun on our skin and mosquito bitten. A massive mound of laundry waits downstairs for careful spot treatment. It was GREAT! Small Fry camp was wonderful.
Full days of sunshine and "play, play" (as Norah would yell first thing when she woke up). Great food, that mom didn't have to cook. Hot days that turned into cooler nights, with a couple of wonderfully huge thunderstorms too. One night, we even got to watch a massive and most spectacular storm roll into camp, and it went for hours...and the kids slept through it.

Norah discovered swimming in a lake, which she loved, climbing to the top of a 8 foot tall slide all by herself, sidewalk chalk, and the adoration of older girls.
Isaac enjoyed outhouse trips, campfires "when we sang 'Joy, joy, joy'" a milk dispenser in the dining hall, 'helping' paddle a canoe with mom, and how not to play badminton.
Ruby also loved the attention lavished upon her by many, many little girls. Except when she didn't enjoy it. She also did not care for swimming. She did enjoy peas and rice, swinging on the swing, and snuggling with mom when things got too busy around her.
The campers had fun, and really enjoyed Rob's chapel and campfire teaching sessions. They asked wonderful questions too. It was lots of fun for everyone. So much fun, we may have actually signed up to go back with the same directors next year.
what are we thinking?!?!
beautiful skies, beautiful children

Miss Ruby in her chariot, finally free of the adoring masses

Sidewalk chalk with 'S', one of the directors children.