Camping pictures are still coming, but here's a little story to fill in the space gap. At the end of July while packing to go camping with my sister's family I took the opportunity to go through the 'old shirt' drawer and made a pile on the closet floor of the ones to go tot DI. I packed our giant duffle bag and we headed out of town when Ryan got home from work. When we got home I couldn't find my hairbrush anywhere. I searched everywhere I could imagine a 13month old might carry a brush off to. When I asked if she knew where mommy's brush was she would walk towards the closet door. After a week of just using a comb (ouch) I finally resolved that it probably had gone in the trash since I've stopped Evelyn from throwing away a few items in the past. I borrowed an identical barely used brush from my parents house and 4 days later...Yep, the other brush magically appeared. I was putting the pile of old shirts into a bag to take them out to the car when Evelyn ran over and pulled the old one out from under the pile. She had known where it was all along.
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