Our time down south was too short. But we soaked up every minute. I haven't been able to wear my "lucky" flip flops for quite a while. I felt pretty dang lucky to have the chance once again.
Scary picture I know. I just wanted you to know that I did get in the hot tub-with the threat that if anyone got the hair wet they would die.
The boys were loving the tennis! Gabe was trying to break the strings on his racket so he could get it restrung at a different weight.
Watching them play was making me a little melancholy. I remembered the days when I played. Jordan and I would go up to his mom's house in the evenings during the summer and hit with each other. I decided to give it a try. If I held on with both hands I had a pretty decent forehand. Jordan would toss the ball in front of me and Gabe was on the other side trying to return them.
My boys were so cute. They all kept telling me what a good job I was doing. "Way to go Mom!" "You're doing so good!" "You could probably beat me!" Ha! I love those boys.
Jordan's hand placement says, "I am on vacation."
Large, large muscles.
No. Not awkward at all.
Do you think he's cute? The girls at the table next to us in Pizza Factory did. They sent their waitress over to get his cell phone number. The girls (and their moms!) texted and stared and giggled. I was trying to look over his shoulder to read a text when he suddenly stood up and walked over to their table. They died. (I died). He had them eating out of his hand. He was so cute and friendly. He is such a nice, nice boy. And no. I'm not biased at all.
Truly. Life
is good.
The red rocks we love. Jordan made it through the "crack" once more. Hailee begged him not to attempt it. She had serious doubts about his ability to "suck it in" enough.
Camera balanced on a rock on self-timer. I almost slid down the rock trying to hurry.
As the sun sets on this excursion-Jordan and I are preparing for our next. We are headed to London to pick up Britt. We are honored guest at the royal wedding after all.
Scary picture I know. I just wanted you to know that I did get in the hot tub-with the threat that if anyone got the hair wet they would die.
The boys were loving the tennis! Gabe was trying to break the strings on his racket so he could get it restrung at a different weight.
Watching them play was making me a little melancholy. I remembered the days when I played. Jordan and I would go up to his mom's house in the evenings during the summer and hit with each other. I decided to give it a try. If I held on with both hands I had a pretty decent forehand. Jordan would toss the ball in front of me and Gabe was on the other side trying to return them.
My boys were so cute. They all kept telling me what a good job I was doing. "Way to go Mom!" "You're doing so good!" "You could probably beat me!" Ha! I love those boys.
Jordan's hand placement says, "I am on vacation."
Large, large muscles.
No. Not awkward at all.
Do you think he's cute? The girls at the table next to us in Pizza Factory did. They sent their waitress over to get his cell phone number. The girls (and their moms!) texted and stared and giggled. I was trying to look over his shoulder to read a text when he suddenly stood up and walked over to their table. They died. (I died). He had them eating out of his hand. He was so cute and friendly. He is such a nice, nice boy. And no. I'm not biased at all.
Truly. Life is good.
The red rocks we love. Jordan made it through the "crack" once more. Hailee begged him not to attempt it. She had serious doubts about his ability to "suck it in" enough.
Camera balanced on a rock on self-timer. I almost slid down the rock trying to hurry.
As the sun sets on this excursion-Jordan and I are preparing for our next. We are headed to London to pick up Britt. We are honored guest at the royal wedding after all.
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lookslikefuntrip
Looks like loads and loads of fun! Can't wait to make some more memories with you guys in July!
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