Our Labor Day backyard camping extravaganza ran into a few challenges
this year. We had to push it back a night because of rain, then it poured
in the middle of our outdoor dinner even on our new night. We rushed
everything inside and Peter roasted the marshmallows over the steaming
grill. (You can see wet Peter in the window.)
Then Peter got called into the hospital, so I got called into a more active
camping role.
The girls played War. (I know it has a more p.c. name these days, but I
don't remember what it is.) Then Zoe begged to quit the game and go
to sleep.
Leah chatted for at least another hour, Zoe tried to ignore her, and
eventually the cuties looked like this -- warm and cozy even though
it fell into the 40s.