On Saturday morning we went hiking.

Steve had planned on wearing the Baby Bjorn- but two seconds into it 

Squísh let us know she'd been planning otherwise. 

So I took her instead and the chickie thoroughly enjoyed herself.

She didn't cry... she didn't even talk- she just watched everything.

Towards the end, I snapped a picture of her face to see what she was thinking

...and then died laughing. 

When I showed it to Steve, he laughed and said she'd had that grin the entire time.

By Saturday afternoon Enriqueboy officially requested 

that we put more hiking in his future.

I was making my bed when he suggested I stop right then 

so I could go hike with him. Again.

I said "Yes, but a bit later..." and he came back with a 

"When?"

Pirates are so smart.