Three boys under 3 years old, four adults & two older children. At one camp site. For a weekend. Togetherness.
So fun. My voice is tired. My shoulders are fatigued. Constant giving of instruction, calling them back, holding for comfort, restraining for safety. Layers of toasted sugar on a stick.
We will go again, perhaps when Os is better at walking in shoes & when E is more prone to potty in the woods. Perhaps in the autumn. Someday they'll just freeplay for hours while I read & cook over a well-tended fire.