Thanks to Joleen for sending these pictures my way. Stay tuned for pictures of Miss Hollie Margaret meeting her Great-Grandma Margaret (and my Aunt Sherry and cousin Livvy) who came all the way from Florida and Mississippi for a weekend trip. Thanks to my own Mom, Dad, and brother Will for driving all the way down from Utah, too. We miss you guys already.
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| The Peach-Pickin' Gang. I did not dress to get my picture taken. I've been watching a lot of What Not to Wear at the gym recently, so I feel like I need to make excuses for my too-big jeans and unflattering maternity top (yep, still haven't put those maternity tops away yet. They're just so darned comfortable. But, hey: at least my jeans are a size too big! That's progress!). |
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| The taste of summer. The rule was, you got to eat as many peaches as you wanted to while you picked them. I think I ate about five. Little ones. Well, one big, four littles. |
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| Even the best of moms and dads sometimes forget to bring a hat for the baby. Fortunately, we never forget to bring a change of clothes for diaper blow-outs. Don't worry: I slathered sunscreen all over her. I just can't slather it on her shaggy little scalp. |
2 comments:
Fruit picking pictures are the best. Even if the day totally sucked (it doesn't seem like yours did; I have another story about blueberry picking that sucked like a hoover) the pictures always look like the most wholesome fun ever.
I agree that fruit picking pics are the best. Oh Arkansas, how I miss picking blueberries every June! I went to a strawberry place once in Texas.
Um, also, I have something Totally Important to discuss with you: While you live in Texas, if you haven't already, you MUST watch the documentary "Hands on a Hardbody [Truck}" Do what you must to obtain a copy and watch it. Otherwise your scholastic sojourn in the Republic of Texas will be for NOUGHT.
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