Massive Spring Break Picture Overload.

I guess a good sign that we've had a good spring break is lots of pictures to prove it!

We took the kids for a walk along the James River. That place has some crazy vines...

We dog-sat my sister-in-laws dog, Moab, this week. However, he probably thinks his name is Fuzz now. (After my Mother-in-laws dog. We really struggled calling him the right name.)

 Sylas was terrorized by the dog. He seemed to think he would be safe if he put his arms up in the air.

He stayed on the back of the couch most of the week.

He asked me yesterday, "Mom, when is Aunt Amy going to come and take her dog back?" Yeah, he's not a fan.

I took the kids to Krispie Kreme Donuts that just opened up near me. 

 The glazed donuts were still warm. Have you ever had a Krispie Kreme that is still warm? Soft, fluffy crack. I couldn't stop eating them. I took a picture to send to Lohn who was at work, how rapidly they were disappearing. He wasn't too happy with the visual torture.

 So, I'm not crazy about camping. At all. But being the supportive wife of a camping/hiking crazy husband, I geared up for a cold, sleepless night huddled on the ground riddled with stones the size of my fist. Because, you know, some people think that is fun.

I do enjoy gathering around the camp fire though. 

 And I won't say no to the scrumptious smores and campfire marshmallows the size of baseballs.

 This was our campground. Not a soul in sight. 

After a super cold night (in the 30's, fun, fun, fun...) We got up and ready for a 5.5 mile hike to the summit of Mount Pleasant.  

Gunnar led the way most of the time. He said, "Dad, it turns out that I like hiking."

 He liked it so much that we were always calling him to slow down and wait for us. See below. That little orange dot is him.

 Another Gunnar quote from the day, "Dad, this mountain goat never gives up!" Referring to himself as we approached the summit. 

There were some cool boulders all over the landscape.

The summit!

 I love my mountain goats!

Today, Sylas started to brave up some around the dog, and asked to hold the leash. He was doing good, until Moab started to tug and pull on the leash and then run along the trail. Sylas held on the best he could, and when he tripped and fell, he still held on, being dragged for a couple of feet before he let go. Sooo, he is back to being terrorized and scared around the dog. 

I took this picture to show the dirt stains he got from the encounter.  

 The end of the 5.5 mile hike. I am so proud of them! Especially my little ones, that didn't complain and  hiked that mountain like a boss!!!

I am glad I put up with the sleepless, freezing night in a tent, just so I could have this fun day with my favorite people!