Our first camping trip of the season was a couple of weeks ago. We had a great time. Thought I'd share a couple of pics with you. Do not be alarmed. Yes, baby E's hair has been cut. No, you may not actually be able to tell the difference. But I can. And am still traumatized by it.
This child seriously loves the camera. If he sees one, he demands to have his picture taken. 48 times in a row.
All of us, after a hike. The boys look cute but good lord, am I a hot mess.
Boys, hiking. Don't let the fact that E's feet are touching the ground fool you. He did not, in fact, walk more than about 1/20th of a mile. He demands to be carried "IN A BOBA!!!!!!!!!!". No hiking for him. The kid at this age would hike for miles. E's not havin' it though.
There's this great creek at this camping spot, which is why we love it. It's perfect for little people to spend hours upon hours exploring.
And there's sand, too. Which my little people love. I, however, cringe every time they go near it because getting it out of their hair is such a pain in the ass.
And this year there were swarms of butterflies. Who made friends with my son.
Another, "take my picture, woman!" moment. I mean, really, how cute is he?! Even nearly bald.
One of these days I'm going to write a post about tips we've picked up over the years from camping with our kiddos. One of these days...
Today's Lesson: Two and a half years ought to be plenty of time to prepare for your baby to get a hair cut. Apparently, though, it's still traumatizing. For the momma. Not the baby. The baby will be fine. The momma, not so much.