Our family loves to camp. Loves to camp. Camping with babies--not so easy. Mya was about as chill as a baby could be, so we didn't worry too much about her and we dragged her to several different campouts. Carter. Not so chill. So we figured we'd give it a dry run in my parents back yard to see how things would go. If it got too bad, we could always go inside.
That was the one and only time we went camping this year. Carter failed camping test 101. Well, maybe he got a D. But for me to prepare for and execute a camping trip in the wilderness, he needed at least a B+. We're working on stuff so he'll be good to go next year. :)
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So, are these posts to completely freak me out about having a third? Because, I am officially, scared out of my brain about this...
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