At one point, Dean had to shake his head at Ayla and me. Why? Because we're bug-o-phobes. Ayla refused to sit down and I wasn't too happy about it either after my failed attempt at smashing an ant the size of my fist...ok, not really that big but big enough to send me into a slight panic mode. It may or may not be my fault that Ayla doesn't like bugs. I try so hard not to react when I see bugs, but seriously, it's involuntary. I can't help it. I never claimed to be outdoors-y.
We found a cool tree stump for Ayla to strike a pose...
At about the time of this picture, she started doing the potty dance. I told her we were just going to squat in the grass but she refused and spotted a port-o-potty up the hill. I reluctantly brought her up there. Yuck. I opened the door, she took one look and turned back around and said she'd go in the grass. :) I'm surprised she went...such a girly-girl.
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