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While I Was Sleeping...

We just returned from the most amazing trip to Yosemite. The boys all had a fabulous time, so of course, I did too. I love having all of my boys together all at once.

Since The Husband and I had some work obligations a couple of the nights during our stay, the big brothers (the Big Boys) took the little brothers (the Little Boys) for the evening. On one of those nights, the Big Boys (Bert and Topher) decided to take the Little Boys (J and T) out for a night hike. I am guessing the Little Boys were probably too amped up to go to bed and the Big Boys were hoping to wear them out. So off they went into the night (of which I would NEVER have approved). Of course, they wandered around lost for a while. Not far from help since they were wise enough to remain on the trail, but lost in the sense that they could not immediately find their way back to their camp site. After wandering around aimlessly in the bitter cold for a while, T made one of his grave announcements: “If we are lost, I am going to cry.” He is very good about warning everyone about the action he will take if and when he finds himself in a desperate situation. Both boys decided that their big brothers were to blame. J said, “If we are lost, it’s Bert’s fault.” T countered and said, “I blame Topher.”Luckily, they eventually found their way back to camp and I was none the wiser about their nocturnal adventures until I heard their stories the next day.

There is never a dull moment with boys.

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