Sometimes I say to Matthew, "Let's take a walk."
And he says, "Why?"
Me: "Because I need to get out of the house."
Matthew: "Do I have to go with you?"
Me: "Yes." (with a pouty face)
Usually, that doesn't work, but not too long ago I managed to drag Matthew along for a walk around the gardens at the Norton Art Gallery. Last year, we kind of poked through the azaleas around the front of the museum, but there's a whole beautiful park back behind the building. It was gorgeous. This is Matthew during our walk. He's striking his "show me love" pose for the camera. See why a walk is more fun with him along?
A few weeks ago we went home for a weeklong vacation. Lucky for us, our trip coincided with the Gordon's Chapel pork barbecue. I took this picture just because I thought it was nice to come home to a traffic jam on Nowhere Road. Traffic was backed up as people stopped in for some chopped pork and hash.
During our visit, I instigated a family picnic at our favorite spot at Victoria Bryant State Park. Picnics at the park are one of my favorite things, and I've really missed them these last few years.
We also caught a rousing game of machine-pitch baseball while we were home. Landon did a great job—he must get his skills from uncle Matthew.
And my mother, in her desperation for a grandchild, tried to smuggle this precious baby girl out of the hospital in a pillow case. Only kidding. We were all very happy to meet Allison Beth, daughter of Adrienne and Alan. (But seriously, I'd watch this lady closely when she visits next time!)
(Sorry about the odd formatting. It's so frustrating that the "preview" looks nothing like the actual post.)

