Camping vignettes: Friday


campfire dress rehearsal
the child loves throwing sand
head down
“Amelia!” “What?”
how to best spend a friday afternoon
chillaxing by the fire
weenie roast
Tom’s serious about camping
roasting marshmallows
is it done?
glowstick party in the trailer!
baby rave

Three and a half

We had a classic 3.5yo moment yeaterday evening, in which Baxter was overcome by emotion at the very thought of a bath, flung himself on the ground, and wailed, “But I don’t want to do sings dat I don’t want to do!!!” 

At the end of bath, when I was toweling him off, he kissed me a few times on the face and neck and then told me with eyes wide, “You have a LOT of kisses now!”

I got this little story from Baxter’s teacher: 

I shared some photos of Amelia at three years of age with Erika in the Cedar class. She thought they were photos of Baxter. I told her they were of Amelia. Her response? “WAIT! Baxter is going to get older?!?!” 

I feel the same way, Erika. I feel the same way.