Meanwhile, Mr. Baseball and his cousin built a "log cabin" out of a stack of firewood and old branches.
Our first day at Nana and Papa's house Nana helped the Monkey try out a little bike that belonged to Aunt Amy when she was little. I guess that makes this a vintage ride (those are genuine handlebar streamers, not replicas).
Self-tinting lenses: one of the great marvels of modern optometry. How do they do that?
The rope swing at Jason's is not for the faint of heart.
"Ba! Ba Ba! Ba!"
The spoils of the hunt didn't last long (especially because parents have access to easter baskets)
The monkey has just recently started saying "Da Da Da!" when he sees me. He's turned into quite a dada's boy.
Pa made a special recording to go along with this book--a gift for Mr. Baseball.
We fed the horses several times while we were there. Mr. Baseball wanted each horse to get his fair share.
The queen bee doesn't like to drive. But after a week behind the wheel of this 2007 Mustang, she started saying things like, "I could like a little red sports car to drive on my own." We reserved a compact car for the week, but the one the rental company offered us smelled like cigarette smoke, so the QB asked for a replacement, and this is all they had. Fun for a week. The designers were decidedly not thinking about small children when they planned the back seat.