Matt and his ball game, another popular camp item. I can't remember what it's called but the players get a different-colored band and the ball yells out what color to toss it to next... pretty fun.
Uncle John, Heather, Dena, overseeing the collapse of their tent on Saturday
Whit, and Stanlee sweeping behind her - they were the smart ones who brought the broom.
John and Neenaw
Xanden and Stan next to the babies
Hanging out in the kitchen (where all the food is): Jer, Deen, Heather holding Paisli
Melanie's extreme closeup
Kiley, Brennan, Stacy. Brennan and Stacy are less than a year apart - her birthday is Oct. 4, 1991 and his is Sept. 30, 1992. It's fun that my aunt and I had children so close together, and neat that they're good friends.
BC, Uncle John and Becky. This is on Saturday again and half of us left to go home, so the campfires were doused and smoke was everywhere. I can't tell you how good it was to get out of that smoke smell. I shampooed my hair twice and washed my feet three times before I felt clean. Poor dirty me. My life is so hard.
Rozzie, Berkli, Demeter and Dionysus "Ny Ny".
Melanie and Brennan - I don't think Brennan laughed as much in his life as he did this weekend. And we're pretty funny, so that's saying something.
The Group Picture Ordeal: I'm just glad I'm not a photographer. Good grief. (Group picture will be posted later)
Jeremy and Stacy. We decided we need Stacy to come and live with us for those inevitable bad self esteem moments, because she's so sweet. We loved her hugs and the way she always laughed at our dorky remarks and silly faces.
Dad and Melanie. Ernie said of Mel: "It looks like someone gave her a lobotomy and then smacked her with a bat."
Ernie's no slouch in the stupid-face-making department either.
Matt and his ball game, another popular camp item. I can't remember what it's called but the players get a different-colored band and the ball yells out what color to toss it to next... pretty fun.
Uncle John, Heather, Dena, overseeing the collapse of their tent on Saturday 
Whit, and Stanlee sweeping behind her - they were the smart ones who brought the broom. 
John and Neenaw 
Xanden and Stan next to the babies
Hanging out in the kitchen (where all the food is): Jer, Deen, Heather holding Paisli
Melanie's extreme closeup
Kiley, Brennan, Stacy. Brennan and Stacy are less than a year apart - her birthday is Oct. 4, 1991 and his is Sept. 30, 1992. It's fun that my aunt and I had children so close together, and neat that they're good friends.
BC, Uncle John and Becky. This is on Saturday again and half of us left to go home, so the campfires were doused and smoke was everywhere. I can't tell you how good it was to get out of that smoke smell. I shampooed my hair twice and washed my feet three times before I felt clean. Poor dirty me. My life is so hard.
Rozzie, Berkli, Demeter and Dionysus "Ny Ny".
Melanie and Brennan - I don't think Brennan laughed as much in his life as he did this weekend. And we're pretty funny, so that's saying something. 
The Group Picture Ordeal: I'm just glad I'm not a photographer. Good grief. (Group picture will be posted later)
Jeremy and Stacy. We decided we need Stacy to come and live with us for those inevitable bad self esteem moments, because she's so sweet. We loved her hugs and the way she always laughed at our dorky remarks and silly faces. 
Dad and Melanie. Ernie said of Mel: "It looks like someone gave her a lobotomy and then smacked her with a bat."
Ernie's no slouch in the stupid-face-making department either.