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Brayden's First Camping Trip

This past weekend was spent up in Felton, CA, camping in the coastal redwoods. It was our first time camping in the area and since we were only there for a short three days, we look forward to going back soon. Benjamin truly embraced the art of camping. All he did was ride bikes, climb trees, play in the water, and eat junk food. And Brayden? Well, being only three months old, he laid around a lot. So I guess one could say that he figured out the whole vacation thing too.

Brayden loved being outdoors

So kissable

Look at me, Mom!

Father & Son

Never too old for a little luvin'

Swimming in his skivvies

Roasting Peeps, in honor of Easter

Our friend Angela painted all the kids faces with "rock paint."

Benjamin loved his new look :)

The favorite activity by far was bike riding. There were a few good hills in the campground and by the end of the trip Benjamin had mastered all of them. He was flying around the loop without slowing down once. Nathan thought it was great, but me? Not so much.

I think I better toughen up, cuz' this is only the beginning!

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  1. Taylor Lee DunnApril 21, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    Gosh this is great..."oh Boy" that is something my mom would say

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