The Clemson Art Festival always has an awesome kids' area. Georgie painted a shirt with balls in a kiddie pool.
There was also a cardboard village you could color.
It was pretty hot, so Bea crashed with no clothes on.
She woke in a good mood to how off her best tricks, including "How big is Bea?," "Bye bye," and high fives.
"Hey mom, were you trying to sort laundry? Maybe we could hula hoop instead."
Check out this bold girl!
Standing! (With assistance)
This kid cannot catch a break. In the past week she's fallen in a campfire, lost a tooth, run headfirst into a metal pole, been hit with a spectacularly gruesome stomach bug, and now is covered in poison ivy. We honestly can't take her anywhere.
At least she's cute.
Speaking of cute, that looks like a birthday coffee cake!
And a giant cookie birthday cake with the Fitzpatrick girls.
I took a fast 24 hour trip to Nashville to help my friend Elizabeth pack up her apartment. On the way back I skipped the highways and kept to the mountains. It's a pretty nice drive.
How lucky are we to live just an hour away from this view?
While I was gone, someone tried to put the moves of Brandon. This mysterious letter reads
"Dear Brandon,
I love you. You are hansome.
I could hold you and hug you and
kiss you all at the same time.
Huggs and kisses. xoxoxoxo
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Love, your secret admirere"
Looks like I better think twice about leaving again.
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