Camping with an 18 month old

Every year we take a week off in September to spend some time at my sister-in-law's trailer for a little rest and relaxation out in nature.  The campground is virtually deserted, except for friendly fisherman, since all the kids are back to school.  We've been lucky with the weather in the past, but this week there's been rain, and not just a little bit.  That being said we've definitely embraced the dry moments; the boy LOVES the playground at the campsite.

We had to run off to Zellers to buy the boy his first pair of rubber boots on Monday morning and I can't get over how cute they are.

With no big kids around, the boy can do whatever he wants and has spent oodles of time tossing fists full of rocks onto the slide; it amazes me just how long he has found this game is entertaining.

He also loves spending time in with what we have affectionately dubbed the 'redneck exersaucer'.  Seriously, who doesn't love a happily contained toddler?

And personally, I just can't get enough of the belly laughter and pure joy that family time on the teeter totter elicits from the boy.