Last Saturday was Isaiah's 6-month birthday. We spent the day at the beach with family and friends, and are still scraping sand out of his cute-n-pudgy skinfolds.
The next day, JoanMarie and I took him on his first camping trip. Watching him contemplate his first campfire, sleep in a tent, and wake up to the sound of a nearby river made camping seem more magical than ever.
Then we took him to his first ghost town. Most ghost towns have a long and haunted history where the buildings are located. This ghost town is different. The old wooden buildings were brought in from all over in the middle of the last century, so any ghosts who came with them suddenly had new ghosty neighbors.
Our friends Mary and Peter Weber pulled some strings to get us into this private ghost town, and our families spent several hours playing Ghostbusters.
There were even haunted firetrucks.
Though it was Isaiah's half-birthday, JoanMarie and I were excited when a package was delivered for us. The diapers we ordered finally arrived!
Isaiah was just happy when we finally emptied the box.
But Isaiah's half-birthday is over now. It's time to make room for Father's Day!!!