An enthusiastic first-time pancake maker.
A focused pro. (While Leah measured the baking powder
she commented that it was in the coolest can ever. I'm proud
that she appreciates that useful measuring lip. I've always
admired it myself.)
I love Zoe's red eyes and my giant bow. Peter is apparently
inside, and steam is coming out of our summertime chimney.
Generally, they're not fans of food. But they love their broccoli.
Leah was relaxing peacefully in the hammock.
Then Zoe joined her.
Bravely heading out with a headlamp.
Admiring the night sky.
Sending Mommy on her way. They read the Sleeping Beauty book,
talked, looked at the stars, talked, watched some bats, talked, slept,
talked . . . But, surprisingly, they stayed out all night without even a
bathroom trip. They came in at 7:30 the next morning. Great job,
campers!
Leah and Peter "camped" in the backyard overnight, but
all of us enjoyed the tent.
The surburban wilds and campfire.