There's no face-washin'...


...hair-combin', underwear-changin', or teeth brushin' when yer campin' with Dad. (There's no picture-turnin' when yer blogging with Mom.)

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Anonymous said…
In my own defense, the boys did wash their faces after these pictures were taken; although it was tempting to bring the full effect home for their mother. Also, there was diaper changing. All the rest is true.
Anonymous said…
Washing is soooooo overrated.

The boys are sure growing up!!!
Neil and Diana said…
those boys have the makins of professional campers. I'll bet they can start fires by rubbin' sticks together and then roast wild rabbits that they caught with booby traps.
Suzie Petunia said…
How fun! Your boys are getting more and more handsome - is that possible? What cuties! Were you home all by yourself? What is THAT like? Zook is taking Henry on a father-son campout this weekend. If only I could convince him to take Oscar, too... And could we cut Waverly's hair and pretend she's boy for the weekend?
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday to your oldest un-washed boy (well, he's probably washed by now, but anyway...)! Tell him happy birthday from Brian and Angela!
Grubby but still photogenic. Sweet!

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