As you know, camping is not an activity with which I associate positive feelings.
Fostering a love of the outdoors in my kids without all that camping nonsense.
A final celebratory cleansing.
Luckily I was wearing a coat.
Once upon a time… there was a very tired 9-yr-olrd the next morning.
Here’s where some of you are totally going to disagree with me and possibly judge my parenting style.
The vast expanse between my childhood and hers.
From: pretty much the most remarkable kid who ever lived
My little frog baby turns nine.
A snapshot of a weekend spent in Moab.