It’s the fourth annual McBride family tramp sleepover! I’m going to be SO SAD when my nieces and nephews outgrow the simple joy and pleasure of sleeping on ones own tramp. We watched Casper on my laptop and snuggled in the middle of the tramp (sorry, Noelle). Selfie before the sun.
This was baby bear’s second tramp sleepover. He’s just the cutest. Emily bailed at 4am – us sleepyheads lasted until it was 8,000,000 degrees Kelvin after the sun started shining on us.

Love these goons. Glad I have a little entourage to humor the fact that I have a lost boy from peter pan living inside me that never wants to grow up.

Till next year,

B