



Last weekend was our ward campout up in Hobble Creek Canyon. It was so pretty up there, and not even that cold. We had fun roasting our hot dogs over the fire (gross) and of course marshmallows too. Cooper and Jeff stayed over night in the tent, and I took Parker home to sleep in our warm, cozy beds. I do like camping, but not with a 20 month old. So, the next morning when they got home, Cooper started telling me how he got lost and ended up in another campground and was crying. Jeff swears he was exaggerating, but I highly doubt it. Jeffs excuse was "I was making breakfast, and he went hiking with the other kids" .....Ahhhh! Why can't dads be as paranoid as moms are? (Oh, and Cooper wasn't really mad in that last picture, he just thought it would be funny to make that face)