The weekend
A fun weekend; the Budahn's camped in the Brainerd area this weekend, so we spent Friday night watching the Vikings win their preseason game -- then on Saturday we joined them for mini-golf at Pirate's Cove. Even though the place has been there for years, Beth and I have never given it a try (no, we don't get out much). It's actually a really, really cool mini-golf course and I want to go back!
Anyway, Saturday night we went out to Budahn's campsite and had a delicious chicken dinner and then Brian and I solved (most) of the world's fantasy football problems around the campfire with the sweet nectar of life.
Poor Ava had a rough weekend, but she was a trooper. It's a good thing she's got her dad's hard head. First she got her noggin bumped by a car door (no harm done), then she ran smack into a tree at the campground, which left a nasty bruise on her right cheek. It's a little freaky because it almost looks like someone hit her -- but the Budahn's are our witnesses: the tree jumped right in front of her (Ava's words: "The tree hit me!"). She's none the worse for wear, though. Kids are tough.
It was a milestone day at our place. First, Neil got his first bath in the sink. Then Ava decided she was ready to try to sleep in her "big girl bed." So far, so good -- which is to say she's fallen asleep and not woken up. Yet. We'll see how the night goes.
Okay, time for some pictures.
Ava posing as "Maid Marion," or "Snow Princess," or whatever she might feel like at any particular moment.
Ava and her faithful companion, Gracie. The poor dog will surely go to heaven. She's got the patience of a saint. As you can tell by her expression, she's mildly annoyed.
Neil getting his first bubble bath.
My three favorite people: Mom, Neil and Ava. If you look at Ava's right cheek real close, you can see what happens when you run into an oak tree at full tilt.
Rinsing off... not sure what to think of this bathing business.
Ava "helping" lotion her baby brother.
Anyway, Saturday night we went out to Budahn's campsite and had a delicious chicken dinner and then Brian and I solved (most) of the world's fantasy football problems around the campfire with the sweet nectar of life.
Poor Ava had a rough weekend, but she was a trooper. It's a good thing she's got her dad's hard head. First she got her noggin bumped by a car door (no harm done), then she ran smack into a tree at the campground, which left a nasty bruise on her right cheek. It's a little freaky because it almost looks like someone hit her -- but the Budahn's are our witnesses: the tree jumped right in front of her (Ava's words: "The tree hit me!"). She's none the worse for wear, though. Kids are tough.
It was a milestone day at our place. First, Neil got his first bath in the sink. Then Ava decided she was ready to try to sleep in her "big girl bed." So far, so good -- which is to say she's fallen asleep and not woken up. Yet. We'll see how the night goes.
Okay, time for some pictures.
Ava posing as "Maid Marion," or "Snow Princess," or whatever she might feel like at any particular moment.
Ava and her faithful companion, Gracie. The poor dog will surely go to heaven. She's got the patience of a saint. As you can tell by her expression, she's mildly annoyed.
Neil getting his first bubble bath.
My three favorite people: Mom, Neil and Ava. If you look at Ava's right cheek real close, you can see what happens when you run into an oak tree at full tilt.
Rinsing off... not sure what to think of this bathing business.
Ava "helping" lotion her baby brother.
