My grandparents and my son.
My mom and I took my kids on a day-trip down memory lane yesterday, to the town where Mom grew up, where my sisters and I made hundreds of visits to our grandparents’ house over the years, and, coincidentally, where my son was born. We told a lot of stories on the drive, mostly happy ones.
To channel Rick James: “SuperFlake, SuperFlake! It’s super flaky….YOW!”
No, I’m not talking about Reed. I’m talking about the ginormous flake he found in his box of Special K® this week.
Reed ate it before I could put it on eBay.
Pregnancy in Lucite on a keychain.
I know what *I* think. How ’bout you?
(Want more? My friend Kristin has an entire series about things that make you go “WTH??”)
Like last week‘s Wordless Wednesday, this photo was taken during our Spring Break trip to southern Colorado, this time to the Royal Gorge. Tessa (in turquoise) and I (in coral) were on the merry-go-round and somehow the ride, my shutter finger and my phone’s camera perfectly synched this photo.