With all the setting up and meal planning and confusion, meal times got a little out of sequence for small children. So Parker ate some easy mac.
And he enjoyed Every. Last. Bite.
The demolishing of the meal necessitated a bath, as well as the need for sitting down in his hook-on chair. Parker did a LOT of standing... because he could.
But because there are no bath tubs at public restrooms in state camp grounds, I bring my own (of sorts).
All the happy splashing garnered a little bit of attention. He actually got a couple of baths during the week, and after one of them, Maia decided that looked like fun (perhaps after the evening she triumphed over smore to look like this:)
and she wanted one too.
Bath time precedes bedtime, and yawns abounded while our normal schedules shifted around.
We managed to get both kids set up comfortably in Uncle Wayne's camper and get a decent night's sleep.
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