We spent the three-day weekend south of the city, starting in Alva and ending in Belle Plaine. Do you know I still have to look up how to spell Belle Plaine? Every time?
I do not, however, have to look up how old Nick's dad, Fred, is because the proof is on top of this German chocolate cake Nick's mom made to celebrate his birthday next week.
All of the siblings, minus one, gathered in Alva for the occasion, and we did a whole lot of sitting, eating and watching HGTV. That's how we roll in Alva.
Lexi learned the joys of headphones. She's watching one of her favorite cartoons and is as thrilled at how well she can hear it as we are at how well we can't.
A campaign sign in my in-laws' yard. I don't care what Bowdy Peach stands for. With that name, he HAS to be elected.
When we returned on Monday afternoon, we headed over to the Arb for a little Labor Day BBQ. Here, Robin holds court while describing her trip to pick up her big Markham prize.
Lexi demanded some after-dinner music, and the pre-Winfielders were kind enough to oblige.
Tomorrow, back to real life. Blech.
I do not, however, have to look up how old Nick's dad, Fred, is because the proof is on top of this German chocolate cake Nick's mom made to celebrate his birthday next week.
All of the siblings, minus one, gathered in Alva for the occasion, and we did a whole lot of sitting, eating and watching HGTV. That's how we roll in Alva.
Lexi learned the joys of headphones. She's watching one of her favorite cartoons and is as thrilled at how well she can hear it as we are at how well we can't.
A campaign sign in my in-laws' yard. I don't care what Bowdy Peach stands for. With that name, he HAS to be elected.
When we returned on Monday afternoon, we headed over to the Arb for a little Labor Day BBQ. Here, Robin holds court while describing her trip to pick up her big Markham prize.
Lexi demanded some after-dinner music, and the pre-Winfielders were kind enough to oblige.
Tomorrow, back to real life. Blech.
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