This weekend our church had our annual camping trip.(SMAS stands for Saint Mark and All Saints) We stay somewhere local and then those that don't want to camp can come and hang out.This year there weren't very many kids. We arrived Saturday afternoon and set up our tent. I had to run home (the best part of camping locally when you need something!), and while I was gone there was some excitement. Our priest was trying to fix a fishing pole and while using a knife to cut something, sliced her finger tip. Paul was left in charge of her two girls and Rudy while our priest and her partner headed to urgent care.
Rudy and her girls have fun together - although they act very much like siblings- one minute they are playing together nicely and the next they are tattling on each other.
The pond was a big draw for the kids. You could hear bullfrogs all day and all night around the pond, but it was much harder to see them.
Our priest made it back with a big bandage on her finger and the evening mass and potluck proceeded. After dinner the kids were still itching to go fishing, so some of the young adults (I am trying not to say bigger kids, since they are late teens/early twenties!) took the kids down to the pond. I don't think they caught anything other than plants, but they had fun trying.
So sad this picture is blurry, because I think it would have been great.
After fishing, it was s'mores time.
And there was some music around the fire played by Paul. (There's dad sitting there enjoying the time - and the fact that he doesn't have to sleep in a tent!)
Our priest tried to get Rudy to sing the Mother's Day song he and Paul wrote for me, but he wouldn't. When he was bribed with some quarters for the arcade, he grudgingly agreed to sing Froggy Went A'Courtin...
...but he hid behind Paul the whole time.
The next morning we started packing up. Rudy got some lessons on all the cords RVs use from Harry. Rudy told Harry he wished we had an RV so he could watch TV. He doesn't yet realize that is the purpose of camping - no TV!