We went up Sunday late afternoon, just in time to make it for dinner and s'mores. Then we attempted to put the littles to bed (Chase thought it was EXTREME fun to sleep on the futon, and Gavin thought it was torture and abandonment to sleep in the pack-n-play). Eventually everyone slept, the adults enjoyed beverages and a crackling fire, and we slept peacefully all night long.
Chase and Michael share the love.
Gavin woke up screaming for whatever reason, and wouldn't stop unless I let him play Baby Wrestle Mania in the futon with us. Thankfully, Bryan has magic powers and eventually got him back to sleep without waking the entire campground up.
The next morning, with coffee in hand, we watched the kids mess around in the yard and on the golf carts. Pictured below are Chase and Michael backing out of the driveway. Not pictured is when someone left the keys in the cart and Chase actually driving it into Michael's grandfather, up the steps, and almost through the front porch. Really. I didn't see it, but I'm sure I would have had a heart attack.
Hey- am I clear?
I just noticed the possible culprit for the cart/porch incident- I wonder what Chase was drinking in that open container...? Fermented apple juice maybe?
By the time we got everyone fed, dressed, brushed, and packed, we were able to get on the boat for all of 8 minutes before a torrential downpour landed us inside watching movies for 4 hours. Next time, we will feed everyone granola bars in their pajamas on the boat before we waste another beautiful morning! Actually, nothing was wasted- it was good times relaxing with friends. We just have another excuse to get out there again now :)