Our humble abode. It was so special to wake up the three of us in our little tent and Lucy gave daddy his cards.
Mommy and baby.
Camping always makes me dehydrated. Drinking alcohol doesn't necessarily help, but I had to drink the Mike's in order to use the bottle to fill it with water to drink. Lucy LOVES bottles and it's almost a silly obsession. She couldn't have it of course when it had Mike's in it, so I let her have it with water. And yes, we are THOSE kind of parents who thought it was SO funny and took a picture of it. We are those parents.
Lucy is the kind of kid you can give a task and she does not get distracted and it her nature to NEED to complete the task. We told her to collect sticks for daddy's fire and she was happy collecting bark and pine cones for the majority of the afternoon.
Our baby girl was exhausted. I love to take in these precious sleeping moments. I can't explain why other than this is one intimate moment that we as parents will not always get to see. When she's older and married I will get to see her and hear her laugh and watch her put on her shoes (correctly hopefully by the time she's married), but I will not always get to watch her sleep, so soundly, snuggling with "Scout," catching flies.Good trip with a few stressful moments, none worth mentioning here, because the trip was so delightful and worth the "casualties."
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