Monday, May 6, 2013

And Sometimes, there are Grandmas

 My mom and her friend came down for Boo’s tumbling recital. She got a lot of swimming and spoiling in.

Our hike Sunday was limited by lunch reservations, guests from even flatter land than we’re in, and seriously sleeping in.

Flat Trail

It didn’t mean we didn’t have fun, find cool things, and flap our wings back to the trailhead.

Robins Egg



How was your weekend?

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