Not a True Richardson-Yet?

My theory that the desire to camp and get out into the wild is an innate characteristic and not one that is learned has been foiled by our son. Or has it?? His great-gramma Richardson bought him this neat tent/bed that we brought all the way to England with us. We were so excited to put it up, inflate the mattress and watch him fall in love with his first and very own outdoor gear. I guess this is where things get fuzzy for me. Is it a sign that he LOVES his tent if he can't sleep in it? Or is it a sign that he has inherited his Aunties' fear of all things wiggly and full of mud? You see, the nylon is just too interesting and the noise it makes, well! It's too much for a 5 month and 3 week old baby to take! Why sleep when you can make music? Hum...maybe we have a tent loving music making baby on our hands?

I guess only time will tell. For now, Rowan sleeps between us in bed where the sheets are silent and it allows us all to have a good night's rest.