Camp Jack

I'm certain that time travels faster when you are a parent!

I mean, why couldn't time cooperate with me when I was in college and sitting in class bored stiff, picking my split ends and counting down the minutes to freedom?

I swear I blinked and my baby boy turned into this tall, slender, sensitive yet sassy, testosterone ridden, fun-loving, humorous, 5 YEAR OLD!

I just love who he is.

This year for his birthday he wanted a "campfire" birthday. Which really meant he wanted to play with fire. He is obsessed with fire!

I thought rather than just a "campfire" AKA "pyromanic" party, we could go camping where he could experience a fire in a controlled, heavily-patrolled-by-parents atmosphere.

Of course, being the socialite that he is, we had to pare down his list of invites from about 26 to 4. His list included everyone from our old city, to our new, from ages 3 - 15. I've gotta think the deacon from our ward (mormon lingo) and the random kid he met at the park would have felt out of place at his party.

I think everyone had a great time getting dirty and helping us celebrate the 5th year

of our rambunctious, joyful boy!

A true man in the making...

Showing his boyhood and looking for an ice cold beverage.

Dinnertime

yum yum

The BOY friends

Finn, Reis, Jack, Jackson, Riley

This is right before the forest burned down.

The cupcakes

Hunter and gatherer

Opening presents

Telling ghost stories

Breakfast of champions: mini boxes of cereal and cheap danishes

Galla invited an unexpected guest to breakfast.

We roasted some morning marshmallows.

The most awesome climbing rock!

Happy Birthday Jack!