This past weekend Brad, the bebe, and I all went up to a camp in the San Bernardino Mountains. It’s a camp I used to go to all throughout grade school and high school with my church. Lots of fun memories there. The camp also hosts “Family Camp”. My father has been going to it for years and asked if we wanted to join him this year. I’m so glad we did! The first and last day we were up there the weather was beautiful. Saturday was windy and rainy, but I actually liked it. It gave me a good reason to curl up with some hot chocolate and just have fun visiting with friends. Samantha is the 4th generation on my dads side to visit this camp, and boy was he proud. My dad is such a good grandpa to Samantha (or as he calls her Ellie since her middle name is Eliana and he loves the nickname Ellie). We got a really cute video of Samantha nodding off in his arms. It was seriously the sweetest thing in the world. In the video my dad kept wanting to show her off to people and Brad kept scolding me for accidentally waking the baby up. It’s pretty cute/funny.
|Is this what they mean when they say “Speak softly, but carry a big stick”?|
|Someone’s a proud grandpa|
Did you all have a nice holiday weekend?