Not that I'm comparing, but by the time my sister was 9 months old she'd been to five states already. I only have three. But I beat her on something. I went camping at 9 months! (Took her almost 2.25 years!) Some would think it's insane to take a 9 month old camping, but not me. Then again, I'm an easy baby. Give me food and hold me, and we are good to go! My family, along with a slew of other people, all went camping last weekend. But camping wasn't the main priority, riding dirtbikes was.
I didn't care what the reason of the trip was, as long as I was in someone's arms I was happy. I tried to sneak some s'mores, but no one would give me any. So I had to stick to my bottle. Not that I need s'mores - I'm a little chubby right now... 
My parents are working on me to build my leg muscles, not that I am anywhere near walking. But it's good to stand up like this. Dad, just keep your hands on me please. 
Boy campus sure wears me out though! As soon as that sun went down, I was ready to go down! My parents weren't too sure how to make a bed for me in a tent. So they brought along a change pad and stuffed hard things on all four sides around it. It worked like a charm! 
Day 1 is over, can't wait for day 2 of camping!
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