A couple of months ago (that's how behind I am in my blogging:), the boys in our family had their annual fathers-and-sons campout . It is such a great event and the boys sincerely look forward to it every year. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures from their fun weekend. Mae and I, however, have started an annual tradition of our own, coinciding with the testosterone-driven camping trip. No surprise, we took plenty of pictures to share! Last year during our girls night, I was hastily preparing for YW camp, so poor Mae just got to stay up late with myself and a good friend/camp assistant (love ya, Ruth!), eating pizza, drinking smoothies, and sorta watching a movie while spray painting wiffle balls and attempting to turn a large white sheet into an attractive camp banner;). This year, now that I'm no longer in charge of girls camp, things were a little more low key. We ventured out to the store for Mae to pick out her very first pillow pet (shown below), and then retur...