My son, Logan, turned 13 years old and step-daughter, Emma, turned 9. We celebrated with a gathering at our campsite and swimming at the pool. My mom made the cupcakes and posters for everyone to sign.
My sister had her own fun with the birthday decorations. I tell ya, the girl ain't right.
Swimming helped cool everyone off from the heat, but everyone in the pictures looked like they were doing a Popeye impersonation.
Aaaargh, matey! A pirate treasure hunt took place at the campground. Kids and adults searched for poker chips in various locations throughout the area. We then went on a golf cart caravan and searched for a sign from a picture. When everyone got back, the treasure box was opened to reveal necklaces, fake coins, and candy.
This little baby bunny has been found hopping around my sister's campsite. Doesn't seem scared of people.
Saturday night was band night at camp. Ozzy donned a fake mohawk and flashing glasses to bring his rock star self to the music.
My nephew, Ozzy, had a birthday party at the campground Sunday with a monster truck theme.
His biggest present was a bounce house to keep.
Adam, otherwise known as Mr. Gimpalotamus, has been healing well from his foot surgery. He was a fixture around the living room with his sister's mattress and laptop and a campground chair, keeping himself busy while we packed for the new place.