Not Quite Camping

Yet another reason I don't like camping: As soon as we get there, my baby does this:

Crappy allergies! And thank goodness for Benadryl. This past weekend was my family's annual camping weekend. Because I have sworn off camping we were just going to go up for the day on Saturday, but we ended up spending the night at my parent's house that night and going back up the canyon on Sunday morning for a little while. We had a good time. I thought it was super cute that Sweetheart kept trying to clean the campground. Someone had brought a tennis racket that she decided was a broom, and she walked around sweeping and saying, "messy, messy!" She also kept asking for wipes every few minutes when she would get dirt on her hands. I have a little baby Monk!

Here is my handsome nephew. He didn't mind the dirt at all.

Playing in the dirt.

I may not like camping, but I love it when my sweetheart cooks in the wilderness. Something about the fire and the smoke is just very manly and sexy.

Sweetheart loved Nathan's chair. He spent half the time trying to keep her out of it so he could use it, poor kid.