Father's Day Camping

We went camping in SC last weekend at King's Mountain State Park. This is what we do annually for my birthday, it just happened to fall on Father's Day this year too. Well, I guess it did last year too (we were in Charleston camping) but J wasn't a father yet. Well, he sort of was I guess . . . So here's Miss Maddox in the tent on our bed. She slept in her basinette the second night. The first night she was too cold and in a new place and ended up sleeping with me. But she napped in the tent just fine on our bed.

There was a living history farm at the park so we headed over there. Maddox got her first experience of feeding animals. She didn't care one way or the other, she just watched.

She got her own little camping or beach chair at one of my baby showers. She liked to sit and watch the flames, or especially watch Daddy try to cook dinner over the fire. I pretty much took it easy the whole weekend since I was supposed to be "recovering" and let Jeremy do most of the work. It made for a nice weekend for me!

The next day we drove over to King's Mountain National Park where Jeremy and I tried REALLY HARD to care about history. We tried so hard that we had to sit in the car for 10 minutes trying to figure out what war we were about to learn about and why the Revolutionary War was still being fought 4 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed. There was a 1.5 mile path around this mountain (what normal people would call a hill) and we stopped to read every sign about the battle fought here. Maddox rode along in her new PINK stroller. (Had to get a pink umbrella stroller to counteract the blue one Jeremy made me buy before she was born.) Her thing to do now is to stick one or both legs straight up in the air like this. She does it when she's laying on her back too and looks like she's playing dead.

Teeny tiny J, Maddox, and Jessi by this monument for those who lost their lives in the battle.

A cute Daddy spending Father's Day with his cute little girl. She enjoyed laying on this blanket looking up at the trees. I was a little nervous about the hawks whose nest was a few yards away though. She's tiny . . . she might look like food to them . . . A not so cute mommy cuddling with her girl by the fire. She fell asleep watching it that night.