
We went to Lake Livingston State Park when Bella was in her teen months. We didn't camp, but just visited friends who were camping. It's not a fond memory. Hanging out with friends was a ton of fun, but at the end of the evening, for no apparent reason, Bella barfed. As I swung her around to avoid getting throw-up on me, the vomit sprayed across my face and mostly ended up in my hair. It was one of those moments when time slowed. My initial reaction was right on, I was avoiding the stream of barf, but as I moved, Bella moved and countered my move. Fortunately, this recent trip disassociated Lake Livingston with throw-up.
Above is a picture of Bella walking. She insisted on wearing those green shoes which are 2 sizes too big. She can still walk, but becomes pigeon-toed and clunky with the too big shoes.
Below is a picture of Matt and Bella crossing a crooked bridge.





2 comments:
Can't wait to see the "I don't know" in person.
Gotta love the barf free vacations:)
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