Connor and I sat together until late last night, folding laundry and watching Man Vs. Wild while Natalie slept, so I haven't quite waded through our California photos just yet.
Three things: First, don't tell Connor that, once he fell asleep, I refolded the laundry that he had folded. Sweet little laundrette. He tried.
Second, Bear Grylls is so not my type. Eating crickets? Scorpians? Deer droppings? "Eww" hasn't enough Ws to express how truly it all disgusts me.