
P.S More projects coming next week. Promise.
Riding the shuttle up to Weeping Rock. Nixon thought it was fun. He called it the bus. “I wanna ride the bus Ma!” He doesn’t look so excited in this picture though… I think he was probably thinking of sleep when we snapped this. Evan on the other hands, looks as happy as a little duck on the pond.

Starting the hike up to Weeping Rock. I got to say those kid carriers were very handy.
And. He’s. Out.
Don’t worry we don’t let our boys drink from pink bottles. That one happens to belong to Miss Haiven.
And we made it to Weeping Rock. Please don’t be fooled, the “hike”, more like walk up a steep paved trail, is only .4 miles. Which was perfect for the kids. Short and sweet.
My Sisters and I. (I claim you as a Sister Emmy.)
The whole crew. (Minus the Husbands)

The Patriarch viewpoint.