boys only

'Tis the season for father/son camp outs. Last Friday, Cori packed the tent, the port-a-crib, a couple of sleeping bags, zingers, cream soda and a few other necessary camp treats and headed off into the wild with his boy. 

Taken shortly before their embarkation. Grant's "no. one" is his way of giving a thumbs up. The other night at dinner, Cori asked Grant how he liked his food. Grant raised his finger and made appropriate male grunting sounds to indicate that he was gastronomically content. I was so proud. Ever since, Grant gives us his uplifted pointer to let us know he's happy.

Reportedly, the camp ground was little boy heaven for our Grant. He got to play with balls, catch frogs with the big boys and be really close to burning things all night long. When I loaded the pictures that Cori took, I literally lost my breath. This kid may as well be 17. He seems so big and old to me when viewed through someone else's lens.

Meanwhile on the home front, Grace and I had big plans. These plans were set back slightly when she completely crashed at the dinner table. I let her sleep so as not to feel too guilty about keeping her up late with me. When she roused from her evening nap the girl time began. We painted toe nails. We painted finger nails. We watched Sleeping Beauty. We perused and purchased music on iTunes. We shared a couple white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. She spent the whole night in my lap, leaning against me, holding my hand, playing with my hair, or in physical contact in some other way. I loved it. She really wanted to sleep in a tent that night. Fortunately for me, we only have one tent. Grace settled for sleeping in the big bed with me for the night. I've never had less room in our king sized sleeping area, but it was nice to have her little body right next to me. 

All in all, it was a successful start to the weekend and a fun first for our little man.