Palmer has been camping before. But that was in the fall before he could walk. This is a whole, new, filthy and disgusting world. I hadn't really considered it. All of us grown humans walk around campsites but have a reasonably good sense of how to keep from getting totally dirt encrusted--babies have no such sense. It gives me new found admiration and respect for the millions of mothers who came before us who raised babies in caves and huts. And that's not to mention the ones that are doing it this very day. About 24 hours into the weekend I just had to surrender to him walking around in a diaper and rubber shoes. Putting clothes on him was pretty much pointless.
Beware if you are a baby and you camp and you poop in your diaper (vertically!). Because for the 20 seconds between when your mom takes your diaper off to hose you down and when you actually get to the hose, this could happen to your butt:
I was pretty darn proud of my own little camp chair. Check me out here kickin' it camp style in nothing but my drawers, some beater shoes, and box of cereal. You know you want to be me. Come on. Admit it.
I tried to suggest some alternate camp-wear to my mom but she didn't really go for it. Something about suffocating?
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OMG, laughing out loud over here! Priceless. And its true, navigating a campsite takes some skills. Logan still trips over every damn tree root out there.
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