Who Let the Bug In?

This past weekend was monumental in several ways. The girls' friend Avery had a bike parade birthday party, which forced us to get on the ball with getting training wheels connected to a bike for Big Sissy. She is way too big to still be on a tricycle, and we were lax about teaching her to ride a bike because we had to hold on every time. First we couldn't find training wheels, then we found some but they were acting as a brake against the tires...FINALLY hubby had an epiphany the day of the party. He reassembled some things, and presto perfecto. Worked like a charm. So Big Sissy had her first day of riding a bike independently (with training wheels, of course). She felt like big stuff and had sooo much fun.

Little Sissy got to decorate her tricycle at the party and be part of the parade too!

I didn't have my camera at the actual party because Little Buddy had his first campout with Daddy. The church group went on Friday night but because it was storming and I had a 31 party that night, they waited until Saturday to go. They had some good male bonding time--nothing pink, nothing frilly, nothing sparkly. It was man paradise. They hiked, they threw rocks in the river, they slept in a tent. Nobody even saw the bug that sneaked in.

It wasn't a spider. It wasn't a June bug. It was the kind of bug that makes sweet little boys on their first campout VOMIT all over the inside of the tent.

And apparently the same bug hit our sweet little fancy tricycle girl the same night. No one even saw it coming. Sunday was spent resting, washing sheets and sleeping bags, airing out the tent, and making sure the bug was gone. It is. Thankfully it was short-lived and we can still enjoy our precious memories.