Our 4th

This boy charms me. I love his chunk.

My folks came into town and we ventured to Coeur d'Alene for the 4th. I was deceived by a website and we camped in the ghetto. At least I'll know where not to go next time. The good thing was that Colson didn't know better and had a ball. The idea of the tent alone was enough to cause his frame great joy. We made the best of it, and it was great. And everybody was a great sport about it, even though my parents are master campers and have taken us kids camping for years in what seems like paradise.

This child knows how to grumble. He can be picky, but you just have to know how to man-handle him. I love this picture:

My mom does a pretty good job and here she is making him happy. Good job Grandma!