The kiddos lost no time in racing to the play equipment.
One truly is the loneliest number(while swinging).
The grownups wasted no time in digging into the grub.
Of course, the kiddos soon joined us.
Lane doesn't like mashed potatoes.
Lane loathes mashed potatoes.
Jay doesn't like being hungry.
Other than that; he's golden.
Avril was trying to sleep. She wasn't interested in fried chicken or swings. Just sleep.
It was a very pleasant outing. Until my boys attacked each other on the sidewalk on the way back to the car. But nothing's perfect, right?
2 comments:
HOW CUTE IS AVRIL!? I love the last 3 pictures. She is so gushable. *sigh*.
And I thought my husband was weird....
*giggle*
I know, he is weird. He was born to be a performer. Seriously. Nothing embarrasses him. He can get up in front of anybody and do just about anything. His brother (the other guy wolfing down chicken) is the same way. It must have something to do with the fact that they performed half their lives for a living. Matt(chicken boy again) still plays fiddle and sings for a living.
Don't ask about the biscuits. I just take the pictures.
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