Friday night was our Ward's Father and Sons camping trip. They always go out to a campsite about a 90 minute drive up highway 87 on the way to Payson. It requires driving down many dirt roads and even through a dried out riverbed that has lots of large rocks which makes me nervous for our vehicle, but I'm happy to report that the van made it there and back without any problems (I'm sure it helped that we recently bought brand new tires). We didn't realize the camp out was happening until Friday morning so it was a bit of a scramble for Jon to get home from school/work and get things packed and ready to go. Since we didn't know, the boys didn't know, so they were very pleasantly surprised when they came home from school and I told them to get ready. Shazer used his Subway gift card and they all took the sandwiches for dinner. Nice and easy. They did the usual roasting of marshmallows and Shazer brought his bow and arrow and the boys took turns shooting it. There wasn't a big turn out because it wasn't well announced but of the other boys that were there, two were Shazer's friends so they had a good time. 
Shazer, Jonathan, and Aydin (Shazer's best friend)
Shazer with his wooden sword that he bought at the Renaissance festival
Shazer with his bow and arrow
The bishop gave everyone candy bars after dinner and told a cute story as they all sat around the campfire eating marshmallows and candy bars and then he invited everyone to take turns telling stories. Shazer shared a story that he'd recently written and submitted for a Reading Rainbow contest about aliens and dinosaurs. Then true to form, Shule told a "real doozie"of a story according to Jon. The boys stayed up late while at home the girls went to bed early.
Eating Subway by campfire light
Shule telling a "doozie"
Brother Hopkins fixed all the guys breakfast and the bishop announced that they all took a vote and decided that Shule's story was the best so he got an extra Snickers bar. The boys played a little more but they had to get home before noon so they could go to see another Childsplay production with me.
This time it was The Never Ending Story, which was my favorite movie as a kid. The set and costumes were fantastic and the play was a lot of fun. There were just a couple of minor annoyances this time. First was the audience. These productions are done for children but really aren't for small children, that's why we don't take the girls. The lady sitting behind me brought a very young girl, probably Sally's age and the girl was talking loudly throughout the entire play, asking her mom what was happening and saying she was scared at parts. The girl was adorable but it got really annoying. I'm sure she must have been distracting to the performers because we were sitting in the third row from the stage. They do have a soundproof box to take young children into to watch the play if they're having a hard time and I almost told the woman about it but I just didn't want to make even more noise. Then sitting to my right there was another young girl who was about three or four who was with a large family and who's parents were about four or five seats over. She did great through the first act but her parents must have given her some kind of candy during intermission because during the entire second act she had some kind of wrapper that she was fidgeting with and it drove me crazy. I wanted to say something to her but she was so young and I was a total stranger and I didn't want to scare her. Ugh! Then, finally, I always thought the actor who plays Bastion in the movie was a bit lame but he actually did a much better job than the guy who was playing the part in the play- not very good. There were some cool puppets and effects, though, and overall it was still fun to do something special and different with my boys.
As we went to leave for church on Sunday Jon asked me to drive because he couldn't locate his wallet. I didn't think much about it until after church when I noticed Jon looking for his wallet and still not being able to find it. We looked everywhere for more than an hour. Jon's last memory of having his wallet was when he was packing up the tent and he had grabbed it, the keys, and the camera out of a pocket in the tent. We started to get nervous that it had fallen out of his pocket at the camp grounds. We prayed to find the wallet. He checked the car and then checked it again. Finally, he said "Maybe I should check the tent" and I said that was ridiculous if he could clearly remember taking the wallet out of the tent. We looked around the house some more and finally he dumped the tent out on the living room floor and ruffled through it to find the wallet in the same pocket he'd thought he'd taken it out of. Phew! :)
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