Floating the River

Yesterday, Steve took Camden on his first canoe trip. They were gone for about two hours, floating down the Payette river. Griffin and I dropped the boys off, and the trip started with a splash as Steve attempted to get in the canoe. Camden was already in, and when Steve started to step in, he lost his balance and got a little wet! Thankfully, Camden didn't even realize what had happened, and mostly just wanted Daddy to hurry up and get in. So, off they went. They had peanut butter and jelly along the way, did some fishing, and plenty of talking, I'm sure. It is all that Camden has talked about since yesterday. He's been wanting to "build a boat" all day today, so we tried to make one out of Popsicle sticks but didn't have much luck, unfortunately.

Camden is at the age now that he and Steve are able to really start enjoying some new adventures together. Steve is such a patient father, and is so good to his boy. I'm not sure that there are words to adequately convey how attentive and involved he is. Camden and Griffin have a wonderful Dad.

Griffin was back at the doctor this morning, because he isn't quite himself, and has been rubbing at his ears again. Thankfully, they aren't infected, but are filled with fluid. Hopefully, it will disappear without becoming infected again. Poor little guy!

The library has offered me a permanent position as the Children's Program Coordinator, which is basically an extension of what I was already doing. It was only supposed to be an 8-week position, but the library board approved a proposal to have it year-round. It is perfect for me because it is just a few hours per week, most of which is done at home. I have really enjoyed preparing story time over the summer, and I'm looking forward to keeping it going. It is funny sometimes where life can lead you - - I never thought I would be doing something like this, and I'm excited to see what it might turn into, in the future.

Steve and I were talking this past weekend about our sweet Griffin Peter. We are both realizing that our little peanut seems to have a devilish streak in him. The boy is full of it. I fear I may have my hands full. He has mastered the "army crawl" and might as well be full-on crawling, because he can get anywhere he needs to go. He loves to get into everything he isn't supposed to, and then giggles when he does it. He frequently removes his own diaper, and yes, that has included one poo-filled diaper, unfortunately. Just this morning, I awoke to the sound of Velcro-ripping, and sure enough, there was Griffin, naked and giggling.