Camping

The kids had a fabulous experience fishing with close family friends this past weekend.  Ever since we've been home they've been talking about touching the fish; catching the fish; winding the reel "around and around."  Willa's likes to tell about how she moved a rock that had slid off the edge of the "observation pool" and onto the trout.








Cal is at the stage where he likes to read the same book over and over and over.  One of his current favorites is "The Quiet Book."  Each page describes a different kind of quiet - lollipop quiet, sound-asleep quiet, underwater quiet. 
As our little group was walking back from playing in the stream bank, Cal and I fell behind.  We held hands and walked at a toddler's pace down the dirt road that would lead us back to the tent.  There were trees and a grassy field to our left and a steep incline up the mountain side to our right.  We could hear the voices of the other kids up ahead and the grasshoppers clicking all around us.  It finally occurred to me that he and I had been silent for quite a while.  I looked down at him and quoted the book, "Best friends don't need to talk quiet." At which point he beamed up at me and said, "yeah!" knowing exactly what I was referring to.  Then we kept walking.  Quietly.