what is it with boys and sticks? honestly, i think we hiked at least 2 miles and the entire time O had to carry a stick. at times it became a bit annoying, being poked in the butt wasnt really my fav thing in the world, but that stick became a sword, a train, a horse... so many different things. it was refreshing to see his little imagination come out, since the entire car ride we were bombarded with the requests of "can i have the phone? where's my ipod?" poor finn is the classic second child, no photos what so ever! im slowly learning how to balance with a 7wk old strapped to my front whilst shooting photos.