This weekend Cort clapped his hands together 50 times (his newest trick, and he is really quite pleased with himself) and said that he was leaving home.
So he packed his gear (a pacifier, a red sports car, a few Cheerios stored in the cheek pouch, and a flashlight) and moved into his older brother's dragonfly tent.
He did allow brothers Reid and Pierce to join him at times. But when I tried to peek at him through the mesh skylight, he yelled, "MOM! Go AWAY! I've gone camping. No mothers allowed!"
Nope, he wasn't a happy camper at all. Now where's those s'mores?
I haven't done a blog swap in a couple of months, so I'm ready!
Head to Muffin Tin Mom if you're interested to find out how to participate.