So we woke up the next morning; Granama got the fire started; Lala was cooking bacon and eggs...when I notice a raccoon creeping up to our camp. He was not shy, but he wasn't aggressive either. He ran away when you walked toward him. Then Gran got the big idea to feed him the left over meat skewer from the night before and started laying out pieces and he would come up and get it and run away and eat it, then come back for more. That Gran...always up to the unexpected.
Fender carefully watching the raccoon approach. Clearly no fear of wild animals. In fact, if I ever figure out videos again I believe his quote was "Mamma, it's like a big kitty. Can I pet it?" Thank goodness he asks before doing things most of the time.
Raccoon smells fresh bacon cooking.
Loren feeds Rocky a piece of bacon that fell.
Eating a piece of chicken Gran left for him.
Fender "the fearless" feeding Rocky the last bit of food from the skewer. I'm guessing most two year-olds can't say they've fed a wild raccoon. Will no one teach this boy some fear? Where is his mother? Oh...I was taking the picture. : /
Fender pretending to be a raccoon at breakfast.
Bacon and eggs...
Next we cleaned up our campsite and packed up a bit, then headed for a swim at the lake. Not crowded at all. We were about the only ones there that morning. Just beautiful.
Fender had this floaty swimsuit contraption on. Again, no points for style, but it takes first prize on function! Life vests ride up over his head and prevent swimming. Arm floaties don't let them learn to swim since their arms can't go under the water well. I had been opposed to any flotation device since I much prefer him to learn to swim...but this definitely has its place on a 2 year old at the lake who is just learning to swim. He LOVED his freedom and really started learning that kicking and moving your arms gets you places.
Jumping off Mamma's shoulders is fun.
Swimming on his own.
He was a pro jumping off the pier. Again...no fear! He jumped off into the deep side all by himself and swam back around to the stairs (or I helped pull him up on the side) again and again.
Toward the end of the day...one final swim to the pier...
...and back. Yep...we were teaching him to dive by the end of it. He's a quick study.
Fender and his LaLa.
It was a great trip! Fender is a pro-camper now. :) And seriously...his nickname should totally be "Fender the Fearless!" Oh and I never even mentioned that he was barefoot the whole time. I kept offering him shoes, but apparently the sand, sticks, leaves, spikey vines, hot pavement, ants, etc were better experienced without shoes. I'm not the biggest fan of shoes either so I guess he gets that one from me. Oops. : /
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What a cute boy...he is going to be a great big brother! Where was Drew? Enjoying the AC and a mattress? :-)
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