Peekaboo in the car....one of the rare moments Amelia wasn't crying.
Climbing up and down the bunk beds...the best part of camp for some.
She ran straight in and then realized she doesn't know how to swim.
helping daddy drive back from the lake, but she mostly just held on tight.
He fell in love with hearing camp stories.
Amelia made herself comfortable with anyone that would hold her.
Abigail came up with us.
The children never wanted her to leave their side.
And...I'm on load seven.
And a p.s. I reread last post and don't think I communicated clearly about my feelings on the hot topic of food:) I do that sometimes. I go back and read something I've written and it sounds so different than what I was trying to say. I'm just struggling in finding the balance of providing the best nutrients for my family without making it an idol. I said that it gives me a headache, not because of anyone, but just because the information can all seem overwhelming. I hope that none of you were offended.