One of the things that we questioned while camping was how we could possibly get Evan to nap without being in a pack-n-play. Well, it turns out he just ran around the tent like a crazy child until he literally passed out and we moved him to the "bed" (air mattress). I'm not sure why, but when I peeked in the tent window to check on him I just started crying. Look at his little shoulder blades and how big he is? Now, while I don't wish for the infant stuff, I long to capture this little moment in time. Not quite a baby anymore....a toddler who sometimes acts like he's 3. I imagine him in his big-boy bed. The crib is the last connection to "babyhood." I also love how he's cuddled up with his sister's pink blankie and Strawberry Shortcake pillow! Classic.