Casual Cool

Oh, who me? I'm just casually hanging out with my hand in my pocket. NBD. I'm cool like that.

Camping

Spot the sprite throwing rocks from the hill.

It's been too long since I posted, so I thought I'd share pics from a camping trip we took a couple weeks ago. Shelby Forest State Park is about 20 minutes away from our house. It's gorgeous. We were also lucky enough to get the site right next to the playground. Not that the playground position allowed for any relaxing, since Madeline never met a playground obstacle that gave her even a moment's pause. Even after it was completely dark, she kept heading off blindly into the woods in the general direction of the playground.

It looks innocuous, but this slide hurled children toward the ground at speeds approaching 30mph.

But still, there was a campfire. If the day ends in a campfire, it was a good one.

Punkin' Up

Hair sprayed pink, check.
Big girl helping us apply tattoo, check.
Let's rock.
Harlan T. Bobo rambling and singing about a third of every song is better than a lot of folks at their best. And, anyway, look at that river!

Spin, baby, spin.
Meredith isn't crazy about meat. Unless it's Central BBQ. Good to the last drop.