S'mores Season: Officially Open

It's time, my darlings. Camping season has arrived and we are eager to test out our new fancy-pants tent this weekend as we explore the New Glarus campground for the first time. We've been to New Glarus but had stayed in a hotel so we're pretty pumped to camp & hang out. We're pretty fabulous campers.

I know you've seen all of my camping gear: organized, clean, and ready to rock.

I've been finding copious amounts of joy in reading this great blog Little Baby Garvin. She has amazing ideas and I love the way she finds a reason to celebrate everyday events. And let's be honest, her daughter is chunker and I think we all know how I feel about chunky babies :D

So. Look forward to the post about our trip and how easy (hopefully) this great new tent really is to get up -- we're purposely arriving during daylight to ensure we can see what we're doing, at least for this first trip. Keep your fingers crossed for decent weather & we'll share our stories when we get back!

Have a great weekend!
xoxo

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