Great Grandparents and Cold Camping

Well, we have taken Brown camping before, but this is the first time I feel that we have taken a little boy camping. I mean he can interact. You see the joy in his eyes and hear his laughter as you play with him and he takes it all in. He loved being in the backpack as you can see and he had that grin on the entire time. I had a grin at the beginning, but after walking a bit up and down hills with 28 pounds of boy on my back, it turned into a grimace. But it was a great time. Had a fire, kept brown warm in a little cocoon of quilts and blankets and talked about plans for our next camping trip. The boy loves peak a boo and there was not an end to it on this trip.

Prior to camping we got to take him to see the greatgrandparents (the Browns) in Cookeville which he doesn't get to see as often as we would like. Chris was able to get this great picture of Gaga and him on the swing on the front porch. Wow. The lines, the hands, the concentraction. Generations. Names. Love. Legacy. They closed off their time on the swing with playing on the floor together. How many people are lucky enough to play on the floor with their great grandmother?