Here we are at Colonial Boringsburg. I think this was an actual conversation about knitting in circles as they did in 18th century Williamsburg to make socks.
I asked Nick to act like he likes me, but he tends to smoosh me. Here I am trying not to get smooshed.
The princess....a girl after my own heart.
Lots of souveneirs to be had if you are an 18th century soldier.
Annabel and Papa. She wanted to ride the horse but we convinced her that carriage rides are lame. We also got her to eat a packet of butter for $2. Kids....
The last night they were here, we told Annabel good-bye and she started crying into a pillow. She is seriously the sweetest little cupcake ever. This is her brave-despite-her-broken-heart smile. Love her!!
Goodbye, Schlappi's! Thanks for driving 9 hours to see us. Or, if you're Dan and get lost for an hour trying to find a Long John Silver's, 10 hours (that was for the block of wood I got as a Christmas present that was supposed to be some clever joke about the speeding ticket I got). See you at Thanksgiving!!








Proud daddy:
Isabella Mae, fresh from the womb:






