Earlier this summer Blake and Egan had a backyard campout with a couple friends and their dads. I'll let you guess how a camp out with 3 four year olds and their dads went. There wasn't just a lot of sleep to be had.
We started the evening with a cook out for the whole family, s'mores, a communal bath for the littles, and then home and to bed for the moms and littles.
The following morning we all took a trip out to a peach farm for fresh peaches, peach ice cream, and blackberry picking.
Egan was all excited about the fresh peach ice cream, but wasn't as thrilled to actually eat it.
Classic. Then, I uttered a phrase I never in my lifetime expected to say as a mom. "Egan, you need to eat some ice cream before you can have a peach." Craziest thing I've ever said, but I didn't want the ice cream to melt while he ate a peach.
Finally he got his peach. And ate the whole thing.
After we ate the peach ice cream and peaches (YUM!), we set out to do some blackberry picking.
The boys got schooled on which berries to pick.
And then they got to work.
I eventually told Egan he could taste ONE berry.
And it turns out it was a bit more sour than he was expecting.
It's times like this that build the memories I'll remember forever. Cook out, s'mores, baths, camping, peaches, ice cream, blackberries and best friends.