Daniel and Ella came down with a bit of a stomach bug, and so we cancelled our weekend camping plans. Kind of. Lest we suffer an uprising, we agreed to set up camp in our backyard. After all, the girls had been long looking forward to pitching the tent and roasting marshmallows. Jude and I joined Daniel and the girls for the better part of the day, but when the sun went down, we retreated to the warmth of the house. Here is a photographic catalogue of the day's events:
Since he couldn't sleep outside, Jude got his own little tent to play with. He loved it.
It's 9:20 p.m., and I am enjoying the warmth of the fire, while Daniel and the girls are enjoying sleep in the 30 degree weather. Daniel is such a good dad.
2 comments:
Wow, sick and still camping? I'm so weak, I would have said Qarantine!!!!
Aw, I love Jude's little tent! Paul, if he had one, would try to climb in it. Then he would say bad-words in baby talk when it didn't work. Then he would throw it and stomp away. This is how he would treat a tiny tent ;).
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