Vanilla

A few weeks ago, my family went out to Manila, or as Big E would say, Vanilla. It was a lot of fun even if it was cold. Station got to finally go off the rope swing AND still managed to squeal. Great work. 

Station and I rode our bikes out to the ice cream shop and I realized that I really am not capable of being in shape ever again. Or maybe it was the 4 mile run/walk that I did that proved that to me. 

{I take pictures}

On Sunday, we went to church, sis and her friend wearing my grandma's dresses and Station wearing a combination of my grandpa's pants (good for boys with a size 30 waist to wear large pants) and my grandma's belt. He looked like a reincarnated skater boy from the 90's. Great work again. My dad managed to wear shoes that were probably 2 sized too small. When we walked into church, late, I was lucky enough to sit next to the polygamist family that consisted of Station, my sis and her friend. I made sure to play the ignorance card and stare them down every once in a while so no one thought I was with them. We know how to bring the Spirit into a meeting.

{This is my main squeeze} 

{A hobo....oh wait....hi maddy}

{oh my bum} 

{young lady or old woman, it's an illusion}

 {Great job}

{DON'T GO STATION!}

{oh!}

{Oh good....your safe}

{I'm a thinker}

{this is fun. this is fun.}

{You're welcome}

{Claire and Kyle....consumeconsume.com}

{Mr. Pee Pant's turn}

{Dad....your sogross}