Work-parenting balance is unbalanced! Babysitter’s on holiday this week! So today, blogging = short storytelling in pictures.
Owen is teething, poor guy. Happy ending: He's got one tooth! Tragic ending: He's got another on the way. It's HARD to be seven months old.
Last week we went camping right near here. Owen started teething before we left, stopped when we got there, and started again four hours after we returned home. We all appreciate this, and are further convinced he's the most awesome kid in the world. Also, camping was a blast.
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Teething is the worst! They’re perfectly happy and then, all of a sudden, they’re not! They’re fed and clean and rested and it always takes entirely too long to work out why they’re so unhappy. And then there’s nothing you can really do to make them feel any better. Poor little guys. Good luck with the new teeth!
Thanks, Josh! Luckily, Owen’s a cuddly little dude, so he’s fairly easily comforted just by being held. And, you know. Tylenol.
He’s giving you a thumbs up!
I am determined to attempt camping next spring/summer with the kids–I’m taking inspiration from you, as I would have never, ever attempted it with a baby! Now, I just need to start gathering supplies, starting with a non-backpacking tent. I’m not going to fit all four of us in a pup tent, that’s for sure ;).
We took a gigantic tent, Amy. A 6-person one inti which we comfortably fit the pack-n-play for Owen, a double-size air mattress for us (I mean, why not?), Cleo, and our bags. Gone, for now, are the days of camping light. And it was awesome.
That’s what I have my eye on, a six person tent. And hells yes to the air mattress!
Look how big Owen is!!! Wow!! The pics are beautiful, btw, you and Greg are my new heroes for taking a 7 month old camping!!