More pictures from throwing water balloons with Jillian and Rylee.
I love the one of the three of them together. I don’t remember what Nora was saying at that moment, but it is provoking the exact same “say WHAT?” expression from both Rylee and Jillian.
We got Nora’s hair all fancied up in french braids for a family party in Huntsville. Side note: the secret to keeping a toddler happy through long drives in the heat of summer? Plenty of popsicles. I’m pretty sure Nora had a better attitude about this trip than I did.
My dad is on the board at Virginia Tanner Dance, and he signed Nora up for a parent-tot dance class this summer, which she LOVED. In fact, she’s told me several times that she wants to quit swimming lessons and take more dancing. We’ll have to start saving our pennies. Thank you, Pop-pop!
Sacked out at naptime with Bedhead and Buster Brown.
Celebrating our country’s independence in the Taylors’ driveway with food, music, sparklers, and ridiculous headgear: hopefully a tradition in the making.
This time with motion!
Two paintbrushes, two buckets of water, and a stretch of cement. Swimsuits optional.
I have this photo set to show up whenever Blake calls my phone. Aw! I love these guys.
Nora got tired of geocaching, so she threw on a pair of 3D glasses, started whipping around a stick, and announced that she was killing all the trees. Message received.
