Because we were too lazy to get moving Friday and go camping, we decided to go up to the Grand Mesa Sunday for an evening picnic. (An interesting fact, the Grand Mesa is the largest flat-topped mountain in the world.) I CANNOT BELIEVE how many mosquitos were up there. It was unreal. The second we stepped out of the car, they swarmed us. All I have to say is thank God for deet. We managed to escape with very few bites.

The kids had a great time stomping on pine cones and throwing rocks. That and fighting with each other, I have a feeling it’s just beginning…

I thought that the kids looked cute dressed in matching gray sweatshirts, but Jim thought Eden looked like a boy. When I yelled at him for saying that, Eden said.

“It’s no problem. It was a joke.”

She’s so stinking cute. And Honor, well… he’s such a mess. Lucky for him he’s cute too.

We roasted hot dogs over the fire and by the time the fire died down, every mosquito on the mountain figured out that there was fresh meat just standing there. So we packed up and headed home.

I think next time we’ll opt for desert camping.