So, sadly, I think this will be a little anti-climactic. First of all, I didn't take any pictures. I should have. Because I am not sure that Matt believes that I really did any of the things that I said I did. (Except one-there is proof of that one--keep reading).
Day one: I drove up to camp with three very cute 14 year old girls. They slept the entire way. It was the quietest two hours that I can recall.
After getting all settled in at camp it was time for the big certification dinner. Third years are required to start their cooking fire without matches (or a lighter-believe me, I checked!). The girls were awesome and started the fire in about 20 minutes. I was in charge of the dutch oven cobbler. I dug a big hole, lined it with foil and added my coals, the dutch oven, and more coals. After 1 1/2 hours it was done and deliciously golden brown. Success!
Day two: Nothing too terribly exciting this day...cracked 20 dozen eggs at 5am, chilled with the girls, had a little nap, a good day.
Day three: The hike. Seven rugged miles along the
Appalachian Trail. I survived.
Then I got a hand massage and manicure at the "Little Piece of Heaven" camp salon. You haven't seen hot pink until you have seen my fingernails on the third day of camp.
That evening I had to certify the fourth year girls in astronomy. It was overcast, there were hardly any stars. We found three stars of the little dipper, a satellite and an airplane. We called it good.
Day four: More certification. I taught the girls orienteering. I didn't bother telling them that I have to use the GPS to get to the grocery store.
Thurs. afternoon there was a massive water fight, belly flop contest (sorry, I didn't even enter so hold your comments), a spiritual program and testimony meeting. A very fun day, despite the masses of crying teenage girls.
Day five: time to pack up and head home. We cleaned, packed, cleaned some more and were finally cleared to leave. We got the cars loaded up, girls loaded in and were ready to hit the road. That is when a huge tree jumped out of nowhere and assaulted the old Chrysler. I tell you, the nerve of those forest trees. Bullies. Just plain, old bullies. A few minutes later, and minus one driver side mirror, we were on our way. Two hours of silent driving (the girls were sleeping again) I was back to the comfort of my home. Matt's mom was cooking, the kids were napping and I had a nice clean, hot shower calling my name. I answered willingly. Home sweet home.
The kids loved the train exhibit. Lots to look at, lots to touch...what more could we ask for?
Then there was the flight museum. We got to sit in an airplane, make a fly paper airplanes, hold pretend wings and stand in a wind tunnel. We spent a good hour in there before we were off to tour the giant sized human heart. We followed the pathway that the blood travels through the heart and learned all sorts of cool things like how much blood we have in our bodies (Matt had over 200 cups!!)
Finally, we went up to the third floor where people were riding around on the sky bike (picture riding a bicycle on a tightrope) and there was the pro sports exhibit. Mason practiced his surfing, while Ollie was a rock climber. We also practiced spinning like figure skaters, doing slam dunks, stock car racing and defending our soccer goal in front of a green screen.
Ollie running for a minute on the grass across from Independence Hall. We did a lot of walking, which means the kids did a lot of riding in the stroller. This was a much need potty/run around break! Below is Mason acting happy about getting back in the stroller to go see Benjamin Franklin's grave at the nearby cemetery. 
FINALLY! Two very happy boys after we went in out of the cold and let them run their hearts out at the old Reading Railroad building. It is now the convention center. A child's dream: plenty of room to run around, tons of stairs and escalators, and really cool architecture for the rest of us!
I think it might be a conspiracy.
We will be "Lyman, party of four" no longer. Come April 2008, we will welcome a new little Lyman into our family. And no, we are not getting a cat.
My trusty assistant bakers!
I just love it when they are so tired that they will fall asleep anywhere.
Henry, Mason and Joshua proving what big boys they are in the Barno's backyard.
This was the boys version of a train. They chugged all over the house like this.
After the train stopped everyone started jumping. I think I actually got everyone
Ollie ready for his first day of Pre-School. 
Smiling? Squinting into the sun? Passing gas? You be the judge.
I thought that I should document, on the blog, that I do actually exist. And occasionally I allow my picture to be taken. But, don't get used to it.
Not to be outdone, here is Ollie on Mason's first day of school. Fortunately, he is always ready for a power outage. It is pretty handy to have him around.
At this level, the kids practice drills and skills with their coach, and each with their own ball. 
Ready for a water break. It was HOT on Saturday!
