Here's Sammy in the boat for the first time. Notice Daddy's skin color? Yep....Sammy and Daddy have the same skin. Watch out Sammy!
And here's Uncle Dave...oops!
And here's Daddy, trying to copy Uncle Dave.
Some bunny's coming....
Aren't we a happy group? Official name?
Camp Cluster
One of my older brothers calls his place Camp Runamuc with all of his kids and grandkids. I thought that it was funny and planned on calling our place the Reno headquarters of Camp Runamuc. However after a few days with this group? Camp Cluster was born. You'll see why in a later photo. Here at Camp Cluster we have no phone reception except a 6 inch by 6 inch square on the dining table inside the coach. Maybe. If you hold your breath and touch the refrigerator. Maybe. So we don't have much interaction with the outside world. Here Sammy is hiding inside because the males of the family were deciding which would be the best way to set the grill up outside and start burning meat for dinner. While drinking martinis. I should really say that we ended up having mac and cheese for dinner but that wouldn't be fair to them. Their dinner was good!
Mine.
MINE!
And while she can freshen the room with her 'odeur', she can clear the room with a dirty diaper. For example: Daddy loves to hunt and fish. With that train of thought, after Daddy bags the big game or lands the fish, he then cleans it. He has no problem doing that and has been doing that for a good 10 or more years. Cleaning out anything would make me hurl. But a dirty diaper? Daddy gags. He says he could gut a deer or pick up doggie poo without any problems, but Sammy's dirty diaps? He gets a little whoosy. If you haven't seen this video, check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTij4txO8Uk