Happy Camper

I think this first picture pretty much speaks for itself.
Mr Happy.
Running through the forest.
We camped in Kettle Moraine State Park in southern Wisconsin with Orrin's sister Sonja and her family, and his brother Nathan.
The big boys went mountain biking a couple times. No major injuries, and the trails were "decent."
Ian is a daredevil on a bike. At least compared to Silas. Who spent most of every ride saying things like, "Not too fast. If I go too fast I will go out of control and crash and really hurt myself. Don't go out of control."
He's getting pretty good at balancing on his pedal-less bike, but down hills still freak him out.
Other causes of worry; " The mosquitoes will drink up all my blood! I can't live without my blood! Don't let the mosquitoes drink my blood."
Now whenever anyone mentions mosquitoes he informs them that they only drink "a little sip, so don't worry."
I read that vinegar on a bug bite was supposed to make it less itchy so I tried it on Silas, but he is not a believer in home remedies. And now he smells like a salad.



Emmet on the other hand smells like ketchup.
Maybe being outside all improved his appetite.
Maybe everything just tastes better cooked over an open fire.
He seemed to be shoveling food in his mouth the entire trip. Although Silas ate well too.
Actually we all ate well- hobo stew, fajitas, calzones, pizza pudgie pies, watermelon, pancakes, s'mores.
Emmet's favorite activity of the weekend was hanging out in the bike trailer ripping the foam pads out of every ones bike helmet. Seems harmless, until no ones helmet fits right and your forehead is getting scratched by the Velcro left inside your helmet.
Emmet's also getting a few more teeth on the bottom, bringing his total up to eight. Not the easiest time to try to wean him some might say. But if it's not one thing it's another, and no time like the present. He's not too happy about it, but slowly accepting milk from a cup.
Unfortunately, it means I can't sit down when he can see me. Because sitting down is an invitation to nurse.

Silas and Ian spent a majority of their time racing around on their bikes and dragging sticks and small logs out of the forest. They were the logging trucks bringing the wood to the "Daddy Sawmills." Though there were lots of disagreements about whose bike was faster and whose stick was longer throughout the weekend, for the most part they got along pretty well. Even, occasionally cooperating. And not just to thwart their younger siblings.

No camping trips planned for us for the rest of the summer but I'm sure we'll take a couple up north and maybe if you're very lucky we'll set up camp on your front lawn.