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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

Out of the Mouths of Babes

So, I have a super-cute toddler story for you today.  I had a lovely 45-minute catch-up chat with the Peanut's and Bunny's mama yesterday morning.  The Peanut and her daddy and Nana and Papa and 1 cousin had gone on an abbreviated version of the annual family camping trip the weekend before.

The Peanut's daddy (who also celebrated his birthday yesterday like Papa Pea did) chose the route this year.  It was one he had done before . . . when he was in his early 20s and single (i.e. no children).  Ah-hem.  Turns out the portage they had to make before gaining the lake that held their camp site was about 230-250 rods.  That's about 3/4 of a mile . . . for a 3 1/2 year old!  Apparently the Peanut came upon a nice, big tree trunk about 1/3 of the way through, sat down on it and REFUSED to budge.  She was D-O-N-E portaging.  So now, instead of portaging "just" the two canoes, paddles, and all the gear the group of 5 would need for the "vacation", they had to "portage" the Peanut as well!  And it was HOT out.

Four trips back over the portage to all their gear and three trips back in to the lake that held their campsite, Daddy and Papa (Grandpa) were POOPED by the time they were finished.  If anyone's counting, that's 5 1/4 miles of trekking over roots and stumps and trees, hauling something for 4 of those trips in high heat.  And they hadn't even gotten to their camp site yet!

By the time all the gear was loaded back into the canoes and they'd all paddled to their destination, Papa had had it.  He needed a cool-down swim:  figuratively and literally.

At this point, the Peanut had been given the task of collecting wood for their fire.  And, apparently it was a job she addressed VERY SERIOUSLY.  She'd been at her job very industriously when she suddenly spied Papa out in the cool water.

Dropping the workload from her 3 1/2 year old arms, she exclaimed, "WHAT was I THINKING?!"  She ran to the water's edge, STRIPPED herself of every single piece of clothing and jumped in after Papa. 

Now THAT'S one for the baby book, don't you think?  :)

Here's my most recent picture of the Peanut, taken last month.  The scar is from a fall she'd taken, climbing off her high bed.  She slipped, and one of her canines went through her lip when she connected with the bed frame!  :(  Good thing little kiddos are "rubbery" and repair easily!


  1. I can definitely relate to portaging toddlers LOL, that's why I'm SO excited the boys are finally gaining in size and ability, it's been a long road! To be honest, I thought for sure we would end up portaging those kids through the snow last Christmas on the snowshoe hike LOL!

  2. That gave me a good hearty laugh because I KNOW toddlers although katelynn is gonna be 3 on 9-30-11 the other day mom told her to stop tugging on her halter top ---her boobies were gonna show-she informs mom"well than,buy me a bra" and the first thing she does every time she hits the top of the stairs at my house is to strip NAKED

  3. Don't you just wonder how they come up with these things? What was she thinking, indeed! What a cute little peanut!

  4. I wish I could crawl into their little heads :0)

    Love the new Sound of Music photo of your parents!


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