Good heavens. Spickler is the baby of the group [editor's note: actually, he's not] and he's 35. He wanted to go to Montgomery Bell State Park, so we did. (It was, after all, a good idea).

They plotted.

And performed.

They did not plot.

Grownups plotted to read. They did very little of that.

Grownups plotted to eat. They did quite a lot of that.

She was heartbroken when Walt decided a hike didn't sound like fun.

She recovered and played in the creek.

She fell in the creek.
The End.
Little careful Meredith fell in a creek!? I am amazed. Somehow she still looks like a graceful ballerina after tumbling in.
ReplyDeleteUh, Kate? You realize that you and I are actually still 34, right? I know math is not your favorite subject, but don't age us prematurely, please!
ReplyDeleteI thought you guys were going to a state park and stay in a rustic cabin... these pics do not show that at all. Looks like a fun trip!
ReplyDeletebeth
Gigi is right, dear heart, but genetics are what they are and we must just do the best we can.
ReplyDeleteWhat adorable children! Meredith's picture is a keeper, for sure!
here's how my brain works: i kind of had an inkling that my numbers were off, but didn't care enough to go further with that thought. and it wasn't even a difficult one. 34 it is!
ReplyDeleteand josh is no longer the baby, as of today!
I still have my "Class of 85" shirt, too. I remember that the printer messed up one of the letters of my name on the back, and we were supposed to wear the shirts the very next day.
ReplyDeleteMy mom drove all over the place until we found green letters and did some cut and splice work to my name until it read correctly "CHERYL". Aren't moms the best? Thanks for the memory (cue Kate shaking her head at me for remembering that...)