Now here is a boy who loves to camp... He's been talking about going camping for the last 5 weeks--takes after his dad like that.

"mom, did I want to go camping in the big truck?"
"mom, should I want to go camping?"
"did I want marshmallows for camping in the truck?"

Two-year-olds and sentence structure don't go hand in hand.



He kept a strict routine of jumping,



climbing,



and digging. We should all be so lucky.



Here's one of the fish Scott caught, this was as close as I got to it.
"MMMmmmmmm...unprocessed fishsticks...lghglghg"



Aiden slept very well on his side of the bed, on my head, in the middle of the bed, and finally on my side of the bed.



I took Aiden to go fishing with Scott but that was short-lived for the obvious reason that water was involved.



And a special thanks to Grandpa Sanderson who watched Aiden so Scott and I could make our thighs burn.