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Anabel at age 13 months

So Anabel is now blowing our minds.  Each time we turn around, she has something new to show us.  Two days after her first birthday, she started walking.  Across the room, through the dining room and into the kitchen.  Just like that.  Last week, she jumped on her rocking-tricycle-thing and started rocking so hard she was moving aross the room.  Just like that.

Wagon climbing.

We have been fortunate to use a very sturdy wagon to help Anabel learn to walk from friends of ours (if you have viewed our gallery in the past few months, you know what we are talking about). Today, Anabel successfully climbed into the wagon by herself (this entails stepping over the wooden railing).

What I've learned camping...

The Good:

  • Babytalk. Madelyn and Anabel communicate and seem to understand each other very well considering they are respectively 15 months and 11 months old.
  • The .08 mile hike. It only took us 6+ years at this campground to actually hike this trail to Lake Michigan from our campsite.
  • A camping sink. It's near the bathrooms. Erik and Julie and Dave had to point this out. Again, we've been camping here for 6+ years.
  • Rain. It doesn't damper the plans. It turns 6 grown men into the problem-solvers-of-the-universe (see shelters in gallery pictures).
  • Coyote yipping. In the middle of the night, this is haunting and cool.
  • Platte River Campground. With 4 walk-in campsites on the C path, it's perfect for 10 peeps + 2 babes.

    The Bad:
  • High 30s at night. A 4-season tent doesn't mean it comes with a heater.
  • High 30s at night. Sleeping on the ground in one position with a 20 pounder on your stomach is comfortable for about 10 minutes...not an entire night.
  • High 30s at night. For goodness sake, zip your stinkin bags together when it's this cold.


It's good when the good outweighs the bad. Check out these pics (and more in our gallery):


Mama

It's finally here!  It's finally here!  Now, just because she says it when she is concentrating on climbing the stairs...or standing up by the couch with a remote control in one hand and her

Dada

There once was a naked baby reading her favorite story to herself,  dancing to her own rhythmic beat on the floor in her room.  The mom calls the dad, "come see this cuteness."  The dad replies, "I'll be there there in a sec."  The baby looks up, right toward the door where this deep, manly voice had just magically appeared.  She says to herself in a quiet voice, "Dada." 


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