This weekend the seniors all got together for a little bonding and unifying, although you can't always tell that from the photos.
Oh, and by the way, I will probably do alot of whining this year about the last of this and the last of that regarding younguns. Turns out over half this class is last born children so we are among many old(er) parent friends.
Just thought I should warn you about that if you continue to read my blog. Anyway, back to the action - nobody went to the emergency room but we actually had to consider it at one point.
Got to meet several of my new daughter's friends - they're all adjusting famously.
Got to help my friend with the food, but she was definitely the brains of the kitchen.
There is nothing I can say about the above photo, except that boy loves fishing.
This was a wild game, the boys had to make a huge pile of intertwined arms and legs and the girls had to break them apart. Sweaty!
The wild fun just continues on and on.
Even the card games were pretty lively at this event.
Ahhhh, the last campout...
Oh, and by the way, I will probably do alot of whining this year about the last of this and the last of that regarding younguns. Turns out over half this class is last born children so we are among many old(er) parent friends. 
Just thought I should warn you about that if you continue to read my blog. Anyway, back to the action - nobody went to the emergency room but we actually had to consider it at one point.
Got to meet several of my new daughter's friends - they're all adjusting famously.
Got to help my friend with the food, but she was definitely the brains of the kitchen.
There is nothing I can say about the above photo, except that boy loves fishing.
This was a wild game, the boys had to make a huge pile of intertwined arms and legs and the girls had to break them apart. Sweaty!
The wild fun just continues on and on.
Even the card games were pretty lively at this event.
Ahhhh, the last campout...
3 comments:
Oh my gosh. I can't tell which of my sisters is in that picture on the table. I know it must be the little one, but she just looks so much like my other one. Please tell them to come visit me so that I don't have to guess about what they look like.
Wait. That is Devon. It has to be. Those are Devon's pants. Did she go along? Why was she up on the table?
They get that alot!
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