Rather than go big as we typically do (have baby, promptly move to Africa), we eased our toes in slowly by opting for one night and going with some highly seasoned family campers to the gorgeous Lake Chala right on the border of Tanzania and Kenya.
Nairobi (the eldest kid, upon seeing the bagels, said 'awesome, donuts!' his mom was none too happy that one year out of America made him forget what a bagel was!).
|Camping savant, Lisa, who carried her 3 yr old up and down these rocky walls 8x over the weekend! A week after this photo was taken, she'd be putting all that hard work to good use by climbing Mt. Meru with me and two others|
Then it was nightfall and rather than adhere to a strict bedtime schedule for Millie we decided to just let her stay up until she could take it no more. That was about 8 o'clock. And rather than collapse in the tent within minutes into a deep slumber that would allow us parents to sneak back out and enjoy some adult beverages at the campsite bar (that's right, a bar!), she tossed and turned her various appendages into our faces for about an hour. I think Roger and I fell asleep before she did. The night pretty much continued like that every couple of hours. Restless night notwithstanding, it was a very fun trip. We even managed to get an all-smiling family picture out of the deal!
Someone is growing!