On Friday, we took the kids camping up in the mountains. They did very well with it all, despite some unprepared ness on my part which resulted in not having a working camp stove and having to spend a good deal of time chopping wood with a borrowed hatchet and making a fire to cook turkey dogs on.

They enjoyed running around in the surrounding woods and they definitely enjoyed the somemores we made for desert. Pam coached the girls in the fine science of marshmallow roasting.

Berit seems to me insightful beyond her years at times. As we prepared for a hike the following day, Rowan was throwing herself on the ground for attention. Berit turns to me and quietly remarks, "Rowan falls down on purpose a lot."
"Yes. Why do you think that is?" I reply.

"She wants more love."

I am floored by this adult insight on her sister's behavior.

Our walkabout is a short one - we don't want to spoil their fun by taking them on a long forced march. We're only staying for one night, so we break camp later that day. With three kids, it's just enough time.