Amy’s been waiting for fall. Waiting might not be the right word. Yearning. Amy’s been yearning for fall. So, last week, in an effort to spur on the coming of autumn, we drove out to Idyllwild for our first adventure in real, in-a-tent, camping. We borrowed a tent from a friend of a friend and met Kristen and Adam and the kids up in the Idyllwild wilderness. We pitched our tents in the dark and slept under the stars. Lucy said, “The crickets are singing me to sleep.” We hiked and roasted marshmallows (and attempted, without much success, to roast a Starburst. It turns out, it just looks like melted plastic-a little disapointing, if you ask me) around the campfire. Lucy loved hanging out in the tent. as soon as we set it up, she said, “This is my house” and every time that we passed another tent in the campground she pointed at it and said, “That’s where we live.” It was a wonderful getaway. And, when we woke up on Monday morning, a fine layer of fog had settled over our street and it felt like fall had arrived.
Initially, we thought that Jackson was posing for the camera in his baseball gear. As it turns out, he was just gradually becoming more frustrated with Amy for not pitching the baseball to him.
Lucy really enjoyed playing with all three of the kids. She’s starting to get more and more interested in what the older kids are doing.
Amy took these next two. I think that they’re my favorite from the weekend.