Life with ten kids at home is pretty much the definition of “roughing it”. I mean, think about it: we live on five acres in the woods, have only wood heat and frequently have to stand in line for the bathroom. After a day of play, my kids looks pretty much life everyone else’s kids after a weekend of camping.
But alas, the annual Church Campout is tradition for our family. So we load up our van with tents, sleeping bags and enough food to last the weekend and relocate to a campground a whopping 30 minutes from our house.
This is Calvin, he was the first baby whose birth I ever photographed! He’s such a cutie!
And this is his sister, Emma. I missed her birth because she chose to be born the day I left to take Apollo to Texas for surgery.
Why yes, this does make me nervous, but Chuck thinks kids can’t grow up to be well-adjusted without climbing trees.
Three little puppies: Tiger, Fufu and Caterpillar.
Necessity is the mother of invention…Chuck rigged up Apollo’s feeding bag to the top of our tent for his nighttime feedings.
And you know I made a video of our weekend!
I can’t say I’m sorry that our triple stroller days are over…
To see more of our Church Campout adventures, click here: 2009 and 2013.