camping (kind of)

This weekend we were invited out to a party at our friend Kimberley's mom's house. It's was really more like a festival than a party. Tons of people (around 200 I'd say), food, beer, music, swimming, and golf. Yes, that's right, golf. They set up a golf course right there on the property. We were excited to be able to go, but weren't sure how the little man would do with sleeping in the tent. But, hey, there's a first time for everything. Jen and Mike kindly offered up half of their Taj MaTent (it's huge!), so we could fit the travel crib plus our bed, and we were in good shape. We swam, ate, danced, played horseshoes, and enjoyed catching up with the crew. Cole finally crashed out around 1opm, and slept soundly until around midnight, at which point he woke up crying. And he cried. And cried. And we realized that he might not stop, which meant no sleep for us or anyone else in the vicinity. At which point we decided it was time to pack up and head home. I want to love camping, I really do. And I do love the idea of camping. But Cory and I agreed that maybe we just aren't the camping type. And after this weekend we don't think that Cole is either. At least not for a few more years. But we tried!

Here are a few pictures.

Cole, the pointer. Pointing is his new thing. He points at everything! It's adorable.

Karla and Andrew (6 mos)

Erin with McKenna (6 mos) and Taylor (2 1/2 yrs)

The guys playing horseshoes.

The Baughman's Taj MaTent (thanks Jen and Mike!)


Cole helping to set up the air mattress. That never actually would stay blown up. Lovely.

The band.

Brian and Riley on the hammock.