This past weekend, like as in a few days ago, our little family went on a camping trip with our friends Cami and Brady. We went up high on the Rim, past Happy Jack, on your way to Flagstaff, to some of the prettiest country you've ever seen. And beyond the beauty, it was breezy (when I say breezy, I really mean pretty darn windy) and fresh and most of all cool.
For a lot of the 2.5 hour drive up, Avery was sitting her carseat saying over and over in a sing-songy voice, "Camping, camping, camping, camping!" She was pretty excited, especially since we got her, her own pink sleeping bag. Parents for the win!
Handsome man right there, naively smiling just before he had an hour long struggle trying to screw a small propane tank on to our portable grill so we could eat some delicious buffalo burgers.
Cami and Brady are in those ginormous -40 degree bags...somewhere...I think.
We brought Steve's hammock that he brought back from his mission in Honduras, and as you can see, he thoroughly bonded with his little girls in it.
Giving her a red vine made her life complete.
Steve's stoic side.
This little girl was obsessed with her "princess chair", and would literally just kneel down in front of it and gently touch the princesses' faces with as much adoration as an almost 3 year old can muster. By the way, when we were packing up and she realized we were leaving, she got really sad and kept saying, "No, I don't wanna go home!" Steve said that was like music to his ears because she loved camping so much. Both of the girls did, it was exhausting but totally worth it.
Red vine aftermath. She looks like The Joker...but you know, minus the evil part.
Behold! I was cry-laughing when I discovered this after we got home.