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| Family camping scene |
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| Our little pigpen, dirt and grime galore. |
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| Fell asleep after extended lullaby-ing by Dad, who became exhausted, then we transferred to the stroller and I looped around for a while. |
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| Highlight: I set him at the dry edge, but he migrated in and his diaper ballooned out like mad. |
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| loving mud |
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| Rowan packs by dumping dirt and pine needles into the toy box as we scramble to pack up in the dark |
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| Squirrel got us again! |
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| Home and recovered! |
If you haven't heard, this trip got packed up a day early and after dark with the fear of another endless night of being the bad camping neighbor with the screaming baby. Night 1, he fell asleep at 7 with some work and slept until 4:30am, waking up screaming. He was up. We finally got him to sleep at 7 by driving around. He was very crabby and sleep deprived, imagine that. Day time was ok but there were so many bursts of tears: when Doug blows his nose, when I wipe Rowan's dirty snotty mug, at any little thing. By 5:00 he literally conked out at 5:00 accidentally. Doug and I looked at each other wondering what this means for night, a 3:00am morning? He was so hard asleep we wiped him down, changed his diaper and put him in pjs...while he was asleep in Doug's arms! at 7:00pm he was startled awake by a passing child. We could not get him back asleep even after a drive he was even more awake. We came back to new camping neighbors who were singing around the campfire, not looking good for us. At 9:00, with Rowan wide awake and whining, Doug said, "We should go." So we packed in the near dark as fast as we could and Little guy joined in hanging out by the trunk and loading and unloading dirt and rocks into his toy container. He fell asleep on the way home. And at 1:00am we had a blood curdling scream fest that ended as abruptly as it started, but at least we didn't have to worry about our neighbors!
