We Are...Campers!

We had a great weekend camping with 9 other families at Cherrystone in Cheriton, Virginia. We were there last year and had such a good time, we had to go again. And we convinced all those other folks to come join us!

The little camping trick or treaters!

Connor in the bay at sunset.

Our friend Mike, who came prepared with a TV setup in the back of the truck. Sad, though. His team lost.



Palmer was not alone for one split second. There were always girls and mommies all over him.



Palmer sleeping in the tent in his bear suit I bought him. He's on the ground on a changing pad!



And here's Connor, britches on the ground in front, sacked out on his side of the tent.

Our special camping friends, the Baird Boys!

Bob bobbing for apples. (Couldn't wait to write that sentence!)


Camping hair!


A little fisherman with a stinky fish.


Connor and Brynn. She's quite a catch!




Me and my boys in St. Michael's on the way home.

Rice!

Today, Palmer got to try his first solid food---the lovely and always reliable rice cereal. Only now, it comes fortified with DHA. They didn't have that when Connor was first on solids. He seemed to like it. Kind of. He certainly made a mess of that Steelers bib as any good Redskins fan should!!

The D90

Bob bought me a spectacular Christmas gift and gave it to me this weekend. A Nikon D90 digital SLR camera. I love it. I have to figure out how to use it, but that's beside the point. I took a ton of pictures this weekend with it. And this is one of my favorites. It qualifies as the Shot of The Day.

My Pumpkins

We had a great day today with the Wrights at Wegmeyer Farms. Nice little hayride and corn maze. And two nice looking boys sporting their fall orange!

Swing Batter!

Connor is having his best baseball season yet. He's hitting well. He's fielding well. He's showing a bit more focus. He's getting along with his coach (Bob). He still gets mighty frustrated, like he did today when he couldn't get his batting gloves on. And he still has a HORRIBLE time hanging around the dugout. But its a world of difference versus this time last year. I am so proud of him. And I'm so proud of Bob for being such a great Coach.

This is from Connor's back to school notebook "My First Week of Second Grade". It's on the page marked "My Family". Not terrifically nuanced, I'll grant you. But very terrifically sweet.

Shoot That Poison Arrow

We're home today. Palmer is just not himself. He hasn't pooped since Thursday (its Monday) and he got two vaccinations this morning. The first ones he got two months ago didn't upset him at all. But he's been very unhappy all day. If he's not eating or sleeping, he's crying or wimpering. Poor baby. On the developmental front, he's doing great. He weighs 16lbs, 10oz--at the 90th percentile. He's 26 inches long--at the 95th percentile. And his head is perfectly in the middle. No big melon. No pinhead. Just right. This is normally the time that they start talking about solid food. But the new guidance is that babies should be exclusively breast fed until 6 months. So, that's what we're doing for now. But the doctor said that if he starts acting interested in our food, we might want to go ahead. Like everything else with babies, the window for interest could close.