Cas' highlight was either smashing me in tennis or getting a massage. Mine was definitely the s'mores. I was worried I'd be elbowing young children out of the way, but luckily there was plenty of room around the campfire for everyone. I had three s'mores before dinner on Friday night, and probably would have been satisfied with a few more s'mores and red wine as my meal.
When we got back home with Collin Saturday evening, I started to feed him his dinner. He kept trying to yank off his bib and threw a baby temper tantrum when I kept velcro-ing back on his neck. Apparently the grandparents let him eat without a bib if that was what he preferred. Poor Collin, stuck with his mean parents and all their unyielding rules.
Speaking of strict parents, we clearly should have been more strict with our dogs. When we pulled up to Grammy & Brownie's backyard, we saw evidence of Bruno & Fergie's presence. Their dog Rudy's chair cushion suffered injury, its stuffing scattered throughout the backyard.Fergie, the assumed perpetrator, looking sweet and innocent -
Typical Bruno, his nose in everything, even the camera lens -
With the exception of our destructive dogs, we considered the weekend a great success. Everyone but Rudy agreed we'd have to do it again soon!
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