What is it they say about the best laid plans? The goal for this Labor Day weekend was going to be our first camping trip to the Petrified Forest. What we got on Friday evening was a whiny, sniffling, coughing, feverish, up-all-night snuggle bear to match the cold, dreary weather of the weekend. By Saturday though, we needed to get out of the house so we headed to the Rec Area. We watched the ducks:
And Matthew sat very stoically, unimpressed by the sand below him for a while
Cute, not so baby toes in the sand
Apparently the day's life guard was a pint-sized spiderman. He fiercely protected us from encroaching ducks.
By Monday Matthew was feeling a bit better and the weather kinda cleared up so he took a few laps around the apartment complex with his little push toy. He's now given up crawling between the ottoman, piano and bookshelf in favor of walking unassisted. We've definitely got trouble on our hands!