This week, at the tender young age of 2 years, 5 months, Meredith left home for the wide world (actually, for Waltie's place). Clothed in hand-me-down Keds, a bathing suit cover up, a ski hat and a bib, she carefully packed a bag with the essentials. If you're wondering what was essential, as I certainly was, it was her new fake crocs in spring-a-licious orange and yellow, two books, and Angelina Ballerina. I begged her not to go, but she's very strong willed. By this point, she's probably half way to her destination, and I bet she's really cold. Just kidding, I gave her a sweater. Ha. I kill me.
So anyway, here's a few more Cali pics.
I. LOVE. POPPIES.
Gotta swim. Gotta get thrown in the air.
Aunt Erin teaches Mer the subtleties of cribbage.
I. LOVE. POPPIES.
Moody palms.
That first picture and verbage had tears running down my face - oooh I love it! and her!
ReplyDeleteSince we know whose genes those are, maybe by the time he has an engagement party we can just add a chapter on on his niece to the album. - if you know what I mean.
I love how the fuzzies on the poppie look against the blue sky. Great picture!!
ReplyDeleteIt was wonderful spending those few days with you guys - hope to do it again soon :)
The poppy pictures are gorgeous, and Meredith is most definitely an aspiring fashion designer extraordinaire. She's already got hobo chic down.
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