S and D camped in the backyard last weekend. I use that term lightly because really they made smore's and slept in the tent until 1:30 am when D sat up and puked all over S and the tent. I can laugh because it was not me and it didn't really phase D- he wanted to go back out and sleep in the tent, but poor S. I am not sure S will camp anytime soon. He spent the better part of Sunday cleaning the tent. We pitched the airbed, pillows, and all the blankets. The only items that made it out were D's fuzzy (which has been washed three times) and Minnie mouse because she was "sleeping" in a pocket up high in the tent.
D enjoying the fire pit before bed
