Backyard Camping

First camping trip is a rite of passage in a little boy's life.  We set up camp in the backyard this weekend.  After some debate, we decided that was the best option since chances were likely that it would be a partial camp out ending sometime around 1 or 2 AM when our little camper started missing his bed.  It was still an authentic experience though, complete with sing-a-longs and peeing in the bushes. 

All was smooth in the great outdoors until Michael slipped up with the hatchet and almost lost a finger.  A hatchet?  While camping in the backyard?  Yes, people...this was the real deal.  He was chopping wood for the marshmallows we never got to roast because of the bloody scene that took over around 8:30 PM.  The finger was saved and we have some extra memories to go along with the experience.