Last week the kids and I spent a few days camping with my mother and grandma. We stayed 2 nights and that was about all I could handle. Reese and I shared a sleeping bag in the tent while Boston slept in the trailer with the Grandmas. The nights were pretty rough. Reese moves so much. She was either 1/2 way out of the sleeping bag, sleeping sideways, or draping her body all over me. So I didn't sleep to well, since I spent the nights trying to keep her covered up, straightening her out and pushing her back on to her side of the sleeping bag. Also, one of the nights we managed to switch pillows at some time during the night.
Yummy french toast breakfast.
My mother cooking up some sweet goodness.
We usually look real classy when we camp.
Yes I know there is a giant glob of spit on his face. Have I mentioned that Boston is a spewer? I thought he would have out grown it by now, but no such luck. He spews all day long. Each day usually involves a few clothing changes and numerous burp rags. It's quite annoying. Hopefully when he's on solids the problem will resolve itself.
Bos pretty much chilled in the pack n' play most of the day. We jimmy rigged his toy so he could play with it in the pack n' play.
Grandma doing her puzzle books and Reese coloring.
I'll have you know that my Grandma has 30 and 40 year old coloring books in her trailer. There are a few pictures in there that I colored over 15 years ago.
Reese trying out her fishing rod. She didn't quite get the whole reeling it in concept, and she tangled her line quite a few times from doing who knows what. So she gave up shortly after.
Just walking through the stream was much more fun.
Eating some gummy worms. I don't have much to say about her outfit. I have no idea why she always wears her hat backwards and I have no idea why she's wearing the duct tape. I guess you get a little more creative when you are up to the canyon without any toys.
I think my grandma said this was her first
smore. People she is nearly 80 - how has she never had a
smore? Strange. I suppose there is a first time for everything.
Last week the kids and I spent a few days camping with my mother and grandma. We stayed 2 nights and that was about all I could handle. Reese and I shared a sleeping bag in the tent while Boston slept in the trailer with the Grandmas. The nights were pretty rough. Reese moves so much. She was either 1/2 way out of the sleeping bag, sleeping sideways, or draping her body all over me. So I didn't sleep to well, since I spent the nights trying to keep her covered up, straightening her out and pushing her back on to her side of the sleeping bag. Also, one of the nights we managed to switch pillows at some time during the night.
Yummy french toast breakfast.
My mother cooking up some sweet goodness.
We usually look real classy when we camp.
Yes I know there is a giant glob of spit on his face. Have I mentioned that Boston is a spewer? I thought he would have out grown it by now, but no such luck. He spews all day long. Each day usually involves a few clothing changes and numerous burp rags. It's quite annoying. Hopefully when he's on solids the problem will resolve itself.
Bos pretty much chilled in the pack n' play most of the day. We jimmy rigged his toy so he could play with it in the pack n' play.
Grandma doing her puzzle books and Reese coloring.
I'll have you know that my Grandma has 30 and 40 year old coloring books in her trailer. There are a few pictures in there that I colored over 15 years ago.
Reese trying out her fishing rod. She didn't quite get the whole reeling it in concept, and she tangled her line quite a few times from doing who knows what. So she gave up shortly after.
Just walking through the stream was much more fun.
Eating some gummy worms. I don't have much to say about her outfit. I have no idea why she always wears her hat backwards and I have no idea why she's wearing the duct tape. I guess you get a little more creative when you are up to the canyon without any toys.
I think my grandma said this was her first smore. People she is nearly 80 - how has she never had a smore? Strange. I suppose there is a first time for everything.
