This past weekend we went yurting with five other families from our Sunday school class. Yurting is a lot like camping, except instead of a tent we stay in a yurt. (For the record, I never plan on tent camping. I'm actually not sold on yurting again either.)
Here is the yurt.
The children had a blast. Melody got to hang with her BFF, Ava, as well as a few older girls who fawned all over her. (Yes, she was in princess heaven.)
Here is Little Jack, Ava, Big Jack, and Melody.
We took several walks to the water fall, or water fountain, as Melody calls it.
And let's not forget about the staying up late and eating s'mores.
Since the kids were getting to stay up late, we gave them all those glow-necklaces and bracelets so it would be easier to see them in the dark.
My kids love those. They love them so much that they insisted on wearing them to bed.
So, late Friday night, we tucked them into the yurt and then walked back outside to where all the adults had their chairs placed, sitting around chatting. After about 15 minutes Alex walked back to the yurt to make sure the kids were asleep.
As expected, they weren't.
Jack was, however, glowing. All over.
Apparently that's what happens when one chews through the glow necklaces and the glow-making agent leaks out.
And now Jack is known as Radioactive Jack.