Job and I went on our first camping trip together (with Lucy and the Rindlisbachers) Friday, June 6. It was also Lucy's first trip in the back of the truck by herself. I was a little nervous that she might jump out and hang herself on the 15 minute drive. To secure my nervousness, Job tied her in. She did pretty good.
Job made himself the ultimate smore by melting the chocolate too. You have to have smores when you go camping. Thanks to the Rindlisbachers, it happened.
Here is the group right before we went back home. It was not only Job's and my first camping trip together, but Reagan's first. She must of had fun, because she was dirty from head to toe.
Here are our tents. Brown: Rindlisbachers'; blue: Jones'. Job was in charge of putting up the tent and I was in charge of making to fire so we could eat our tin foil dinners. It took me while, but I eventually got it.

Here is Job and Kristie toasting marshmallows and enjoying the campfire life.
Since we started the fire, Reagan was told again and again not to get close to it because it was hot. With parental guidance, she was allowed to hold a stick that was used for toasting.

Job's ultimate smore. As shown below, he used a spatula to hold a graham cracker with a piece of chocolate on it until it was starting to melt. In the mean time, Kurt would toast the mallow and then they would finish the smore with the other piece of graham. That would give them a gooey chocolatey sense of wonderful.

Here is our fire. We had brought a piece of wood that we ended up placing on top of the fire. It took a while to burn through, but when it did, I had to snap a picture of it.