On Saturday, we biked over to the Durham Farmer's Market (in the same area as our family photoshoot). This week, there was a guy there with this incredible bubble-maker-thingy (that's the scientific term, I'm sure):
|I don't care what you say about Durham. Things like this are why we live here.|
|My little shy girl. Ran into the crowds to get those bubbles. I was so proud. But also terrified she would mobbed down.|
All that bubble chasing zapped her energy, because about 3/4 of a mile into the bike trip home, we looked back and saw this:
Moving on. After her brief rest, she was powered for the rest of the day and we took advantage of the beautiful weather and did a little swinging:
|Inspecting the safety of that thing isn't recommended, kiddo.|
|I'm counting the days until she's over that "Fake Smile" smile. For. Realz.|
I hope your weekends were pretty low-key too and that you were able to enjoy the serenity that follows the Holiday Frenzy like we did. Sometimes, normal and ordinary are pretty wonderful aren't they?
|That's a doll's bed and no, no, she's not wearing pants. Any more questions?|
Well, as close to ordinary and normal as we'll ever get at least...