Yesterday we took a drive into the country to see my oldest and dearest friend. It was her birthday and a lovely weather day and utter craziness with 9 children (7 of whom were boys) in the morning, but totally worth it. The pool was too cold (although tested by Adam and Tate), but the dog dish
and some local grapes
seemed to work just fine.
We are missing our friends today. The big boys, Mitchell and Evan, who included Calvin in some baseball and graciously GAVE him his Lego creation (the niceness of which he is still talking about), Adam who adventurously did anything with anybody (cold pools, climbing trees, you name it) and dear little Polly (even if Elle does keep calling her Laurie, she also calls her "my fwend").
Miss you too Meg. Why do I never take a picture?