I just posted about our Tough Mudder adventure and realized I totally forgot to blog about our camping trip. Every year we take a trip to Santa Cruz and camp with some friends of ours. Each year it's gotten more interesting too as we've added a kid almost each time.
Wearing Daddy's hat. She's serious about her camping.
We stopped at the Jelly Belly Factory on the way there because what long car trip is complete without kids amped up on sugar?
Where Ruthie ended up most mornings - in bed with us.
Sleeping arrangements.
"Hey, I have an idea.... Let's pick up handfuls of dirt.....
.... and drop it on our heads!"
Outside of Pizza My Heart.
Everyone is worn out and passed out.... except me, of course. Hey, someone's gotta be awake to document all this!
At the Seymour Aquatic Center.
Touching Jaws.
Someone is just a little worn out from all this camping. Yeah, Ruthie is too.
Sisterly love.
What we lovingly call "the shoe box." Hey, it keeps the babies from rolling all over the place and doesn't take up as much room as a pack-n-play!
Beach time!
And at the Boardwalk.
Early morning back at the campsite.
Our little mischievous girl.
I think Benson is picking his nose.
Our personal chef.
More beach time!
My friend Sherry. They keep letting us hang out with them, so we do!
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