They look like grapes, but they're blueberries.
And it was finally cool enough last weekend to do some blueberry picking.
Which kept the girls busy for a good 30 minutes.
And all in time for our 4th of July festivities.
They look like grapes, but they're blueberries.
And it was finally cool enough last weekend to do some blueberry picking.
Which kept the girls busy for a good 30 minutes.
And all in time for our 4th of July festivities.
The girls and I went to the school to celebrate with all the kindergartners.
Addie as the proud recipient of the "Outstanding Behavior" award. Not bad.
Tomorrow's plans (other than birthday celebration) - Sleep in!
"Hey Mom, Ms. White (one of her teachers) doesn't dress like you. She wears pretty clothes and dresses. I like her style."
Memorial Day was a perfect chance for a day trip to Myrtle Beach. We never actually went to the beach, but the boardwalk was definitely entertaining. (You probably won't find this photo on our Christmas card)
The over priced rides were actually worth every penny
Megan the dare devil
Other favorites: feeding the fish, running into the Awtreys, Getting a 75% military discount at the aquarium, bouncy houses, lots of fountains to play in, the candy store, Mom passing out, the list goes on and on.
We planted some of these
Made a bunch of these
Then we heard that Uncle Jeremy landed a new job in the great state of Washington, so we decided to go out and celebrate.
Not bad for a Monday.
Yes, coordinating dresses again. I just can't help myself.
Lucky Olivia will get to wear all three.
One of the many Easter egg hunts that day. Our favorite was at the Carpenter's that night, but of course, I forgot my camera.
Needless to say, we have enough candy to last us until Halloween.
The Girls were being pulled by the neighbor boy in the back yard when Megan got dumped out of the wagon and landed in the stone fire pit. Rough night.
Aric's new callsign for her - Headwound Harriet. She's not very fond of it.
alligator hunts
quiet walks in the meadow at sunset . . . or midday . . . or whenever Megan wanted,