Just before Evan's folks arrived from St. Louie we sneaked over to the lovely Stoney house for a real, bona-fide, English tea party. Seriously, we Yanks were way out numbered. We wore dresses, we noshed, we kissed babies, we caffeinated our sweaty heads.The boys talked about farming and the barter system, the ladies fawned over fresh slumbering baby Quinn and traded insider playground secrets, the kids ran in circles and made sure all of underoo'd Levi's toys got equal sunshine. I conversed with Hannah's bewildered father about food portions stateside and the 112 degree weather. A good time was had by all, and we very nearly left Grambie and Pops alone on our doorstep for lingering good-byes.
Any picture with me in it was probably taken by Hannah, thanks lady!
3 comments:
Sorry I hogged the baby for the WHOLE event! It was such a treat to see you and the fam in person. Must repeat soon.
I wouldn't have disturbed those baby dreams for a sack of money. I smell a back yard picnic soon...
The Vaclav Six are in!
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