Camping Trip

We went on a camping trip at Peninsula State Park in Door Co. last weekend. It'll probably be a while before we go camping again (how do you explain to an 11 month old that you can't stick your hand in the fire, or eat rocks, or crawl through poison ivy, or crawl off into the woods or the water...). But, I'm glad we went, and I think Fisher had a great time.

Look at those gorgeous blues. Everywhere we go at least one person comments about how perfectly blue and striking his eyes are. One of our waitresses in Door Co. said his eyes were "killer".

Trying out some new faces--this is one of his latest favorites.

We made a stop at the beach.

This boy loves the water.

Daddy buried his legs...

and he loved it.

At least this kept him out of trouble for a little bit.

Turn around Fisher, we can't go crawling off into the water.

He really loved sleeping in the tent.

I wasn't sure he'd ever fall asleep since he equated tent time with party time.

And he's off, headed to the water again.

Look out tower.

We had our annual block party the evening we got back from camping. Fisher's kicking it in the walker.

So the two of us have taken daily field trips all summer--swimming, animal sanctuary, bay beach amusement park, etc. His favorite place though is the animal sanctuary, where we feed the ducks and the geese. As soon as he sees an animal of any sort he points and starts talking to it. We call him the animal whisperer.

I put some corn on his stroller so he could get a close view of the geese.

And then a goose bit his hand! It didn't hurt, but it scared him. He was all good within a minute.