Gib went on his first camping trip a couple of weekends ago. The fresh air of Wyoming agreed with him; he slept better in the great outdoors than he does in his crib at home. Roxi had a blast as well - playing with sticks and rocks, conversing with imaginary animals and enjoying the company of her Colorado aunts, uncles and cousins. She cried when it was time to go home. Rest assured though friends, this isn't the beginning of an announcement that we'll be roughing it full time. Much as I could easily live on s'mores for the rest of my days, I love me some indoor plumbing.