This is about 20 minutes from my home. When I say I live in the middle of nowhere, this is what I mean.
It's a Joshua Tree, in case you were wondering. They are protected. If one were to suddenly pop up in our yard, we would have to keep it. To me, they are straight out of Dr. Seuss.
These hills and trees are a memory from my childhood.
My parents had a motorhome. My sister and I got the bunk beds in the back. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning, look out the window and see these deep green trees and the wheat-colored grass. It was when I fell in love with the earth.
This is the face of a bribed child. She did not scream or otherwise cause complete strangers to come to her rescue at any of the restroom breaks.
The same could not be said two days earlier at a potty pit stop (her first time using a public toilet) at my office.
Making time to meet up with a friend and her family in Monterey? Freaking brilliant. (I mean my friend, Bridgie, is brilliant. I haven't asked if I can post photos of B and her gorgeous family, so you'll have to imagine the cutest baby girl with a round, barely blonde head, deliciously full cheekies and big blue eyes. Look where she had us meet her!)
Clear and total resemblance.
Fynnie's interpretation of the sign and her sister.
Or pretend sharing. You know she doesn't really intend for you to take it, right? Whew!
This slide is about two stories high.
The best way to work off an eight hours car ride.
Again, Fynnie's version.
The outfit, in case you are wondering, consisted of a sunsuit that was perfect for the 96 degree weather we'd enjoyed earlier in the day. Completely mismatched pants and sweater? Mama's last minute "what if" pieces that came in handy for the 64 degree afternoon in Monterey. Too bad it wasn't "What if Fynnie would like to have stylish photos of her infancy?"
Somebody get this girl a teddy bear!
Doing her best Sheena Easton (seriously, is that how you remember her?).
