At the end of July we fit in a quick camping trip. After our last somewhat-failed attempt we decided to again only go for one night. This time there was less puking, fewer gunshots, and more sleeping. Success all around. Ava tried her first s'more, said "Mmmm...I LOVE it!", kept the whole thing (minus a nibble) in her hands for a few hours, and then asked if we had any Tupperware so she could save it for later. We dutifully placed it in a protective dish until the morning when Brian decided it was just time to eat it on her behalf.
Friday, August 2, 2013
July 2013
We have been dreading the month of July since last year when, horrified by the sound of fireworks, Ava spent the night in our bed (not so bad) and then the next SIX MONTHS asking to sleep in our bed in case the fireworks started up again. We had completely forgotten that she misunderstood the concept last year and believed that fireworkers (firemen) were making the noise up in the sky, until she brought it up this year and we had to explain the concept all over again. This year, we prepared Ava well in advance by watching videos of fireworks online. She was the picture of confidence until the first yahoos started setting off fireworks a week before July the 4th ("It's not EVEN July 4th!" as she pointed out). Then it was a good three weeks of quietly cursing fireworks everywhere as our child trembled in fear, wearing a knit hat to protect her from the fireworks.
At the end of July we fit in a quick camping trip. After our last somewhat-failed attempt we decided to again only go for one night. This time there was less puking, fewer gunshots, and more sleeping. Success all around. Ava tried her first s'more, said "Mmmm...I LOVE it!", kept the whole thing (minus a nibble) in her hands for a few hours, and then asked if we had any Tupperware so she could save it for later. We dutifully placed it in a protective dish until the morning when Brian decided it was just time to eat it on her behalf.
At the end of July we fit in a quick camping trip. After our last somewhat-failed attempt we decided to again only go for one night. This time there was less puking, fewer gunshots, and more sleeping. Success all around. Ava tried her first s'more, said "Mmmm...I LOVE it!", kept the whole thing (minus a nibble) in her hands for a few hours, and then asked if we had any Tupperware so she could save it for later. We dutifully placed it in a protective dish until the morning when Brian decided it was just time to eat it on her behalf.
