Saturday, my parents, Samantha and I braved the terrible, awful, disappointing 80-degree, dry, breezy, sunny, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky weather (awful, I know - I accept your pity) to picnic at the playground at East Potomac Park.
Some proof that PT really works - Samantha has gotten so much braver this year with trying out different aspects of playground climbers. This one was a little tricky, but she worked it out.
"S" is for Sammi. Or Sandwich...
Gramma packed ice cream for dessert, 4 different flavors to choose from. Samantha, being a vanilla/chocolate purist, snatched Gramma's vanilla and claimed it as her own.
I'm not sure, but I suspect my mother has sold her soul (sorry, Mom...). How is it that she can look about 30 years younger than she is? Honestly, she doesn't look much older than she did when she had me at a tender, young age. Craziness.