Camping pre beach trip

I flew back from siggraph and went straight to camping with grandpa, nana, and the family on that side. Ian discovered ladder toss, and he and Isabella had a good time throwing the balls on ropes around. Magic, as always, was a favorite. Ian, in typical Ian fashion, decided to empty the contents of his stomach both before going to bed and in the middle of the night, leading to icky therma rests and mom. Sigh. What is it with camping? Can we just go and not have anybody get sick?

Still, everyone had a good time, although we missed the walk because the kids went ballistic. Ian also objected to the bow-tie pasta, which, in his book, was not real pasta. He did not, however, object to the brownies and ice cream.