
Amelia with her precious camel.
For those of you who don't know, camel has been Amelia's faithful companion for nearly her whole life. It was a gift from her dad, along with a scorpion, tarantula, and vulture. For some reason, she really latched on to camel and we rarely go anywhere without him. It's a traumatic day when we have to give camel a bath. (Amelia reluctantly places him in the washer and then watches until he gets sucked under the water, at which point we quickly attempt to distract her and then listen for the next hour as she asks "where's camel?" over and over.)
My parents arrived the day before Thanksgiving and it was the most beautiful day. Sunny and in the 70s. So we went for a hike and went out to lunch and then came home to put Amelia down for a nap, only to discover that camel didn't make it home with us. I convinced her to take a nap with spider instead and my dad and I headed back out to retrace our steps on the hike. It was actually a good excuse to get back outside and enjoy the weather and the woods were absolutely gorgeous with all the leaves. Camel, however, is precisely the color of many of the fallen leaves so we became more worried as we remembered Amelia wandering off the path many times to collect sticks. We had almost reached the end when I spotted camel about 8 feet off the trail. This was not the first camel rescue mission, and probably not the last, but I was still relieved when Amelia woke up from her nap and immediately asked for camel and they were happily reunited.

Amelia at the scene of the crime (notice the nice camouflage for camel)