We woke up Friday March 30, with an amazing 8 year old in our house. I let him pick out his birthday breakfast the day before. This was the first time I let him go into a store by himself, pick out whatever he wanted and buy it. He was so proud of himself and his powdered donut purchase. Our sweet little guy said he picked them out because there were enough in the package for each of us to have one. You can only imagine the pure delight in his eyes when I let him know they were all his.
I was actually really proud of all the boys. All of them but one made it outside in the tent all night. Jason may or may not have been the only one to pack it up and call it quits in the middle of the night. Jason, Wyatt and myself were sharing a tent and full size air bed. Around 3:00 in the morning daddy "went to the bathroom" never to be heard from again...haha! I finally rolled off the air bed and ventured inside to check on him, because I just knew he must've been in serious medical distress. I mean come on, the love of my life wouldn't have purposefully left me outside in a tent in charge of two tents full of boys by myself, Right?! Wrong! The big stinker claimed he was giving me more room on the air bed by going inside to sleep in our big comfy king size bed. What a true gentlemen I have huh...haha! He totally redeemed himself when we all woke up to find him in the house bearing Shipley's donuts for breakfast. Donuts cover a multitude of sins! Once we were all full of donuts the boys slipped on their "I Survived Camp Rhett" shirts and thankfully we all actually did SURVIVE CAMP RHETT! Barely! ha!