Adventure Update

Okay not to jinks myself, but so far Cameron hasn't figured out how to get out of his crib again (or it scared the pants off him and he is afraid to try again) He has also stopped climbing on the kitchen table and swinging the pendant light, the nursery leaders know to keep a better eye on the door and Peter has remembered to lock the outside doors.
However he is teething and boy did I think it was bad when he was a baby but as a toddler it's so much worse. He has this shriek that sounds a little like one of the wraiths from Lord of the Rings only much more piercing... and longer lasting. He also has quite the temper, I have had more than a few toys chucked in my direction and several head butts. We sure do love him but we cannot wait until he grows out of this stage. Anyone want to rent a toddler boy for a couple weeks?

Update: Today was so much better. He took a proper nap and hardly threw any fits (or toys). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the worse (of teething, not terrible twos) is over.

Camping

We had such a fun time camping at the end of September! The weather was beautiful... the campsite was great... the family was fun... Cameron loved rolling in the dirt just to tick mom off!

Cameron loved being a big boy though. Walking around, playing in the dirt, riding quads and helping the guys. When Grampa and Daddy were building the fire, Cameron would pick up smaller sticks and throw them into the fire pit too! Just like the guys.

He definitely liked the freedom... but it came with a price. Lots and lots of bonks, bruises and cuts, plus a ton of dirt under the fingernails.

Building the fire with the boys. If you look closely, you can see bubbas on the left.

Cameron loved going on quad rides with whoever would take him!

"Now how did they get this thing started?"

"Oh good. Momma and Daddy will take me."

"and Grampa, Gramma, and Aunt Mo too!"

At the end of the trip we went on a long ride in quads and cars and found this gorgeous view. Then we ate our picnic lunch.

Buh-Bye!

Cameron's Might Adventures Part 3

Okay here we go with another.

This morning I heard Cameron calling me and I got up and started making the bed. Then I heard a shriek and a cry... I ran in to get him in a slight morning fog (those of you who know me at all know that I do NOT get up well in the mornings) and there he was opening the door of his own bedroom!
I don't know how he got out of his crib, or how he didn't get hurt in the process, or if he'll do it again, or what he was running out of his room to go do (get into something he wasn't supposed to... roll down the stairs... or just visit momma). But I hope he doesn't do it again. I better stop posting these stories... I'm sounding more and more like a completely incompetent mother!