Last year at this time I was puking sick and exhausted with a baby the size of a walnut in my belly. We went turkey hunting, returned home, slept, awoke to Osa unable to stand up, suffered a deep loss, and then life just kept on spinning. I never did get that turkey post done. This year, we were back at it--our annual wild turkey hunt--meeting up once again with our Montana family. First, a peek back...
^Juniper 18 months; Owen a bit over 2 years.^
Now that I have kids, I date their growth according to events and likewise, date events according to my kids' growth. 6 critical things happened that mark Turkey Camp 2011:
1) Juniper and her cousin Owen played together really, really well--like, really, had fun--for the first time.
^Oh, I miss that top-knot!^
3) My man and I got to spend time together sans kid...for the first time ever (I KNOW). So grandparents, if you want to move closer, that's okay with us.
^Tiny, kid-sized stream behind camp. And yes, Owen's naked.^
6) This chica went hunting. Thanks to some 4:00 am nursings and my step-mom who stayed in camp to watch Juniper. Is it too late to say thank you?
^Nothing like a face-mask, full camo and your grandfather's 16 gauge shot-gun to make you look like a bad ass.^
^My dad's photo. Wing feathers.^
^My dad's photo. Body feathers.^
And, their meat is a delicacy in our home; a diversion from our usual game.
Did I mention the grandparents? They were the ticket last year. They even tent-camped, remembering why they tent-camped for most of their lives.
1) Juniper and Owen still play really well together, but when "MINE!" games got serious, adult mitigation was necessary. I'll be happy when the MINE stage is over.
^Aunt D returning to camp with a fine gobbler on her back.^
In 2011 Juniper was on the tail-end of her baby stage. She was uncomplicated, happy. She loved blueberries and spaghetti and tugging on my pant leg asking for "juice."
In 2012, Juniper is 2 1/2 years old, holds conversations with her aunt and uncle, feeds Baby Sam (who is now walking and nearly talking), and rides bikes with cousin Owen. She dances unabashedly, is nearly always singing a rhyme, frequently asks, "What's this about?" in reference to a book, or, "Whatchya talkin about?" in reference to a conversation. She is fascinated with "owies"--what they look like, what did it, and all the attached emotion. In 2012 Juniper is complicated. She is human.