"Ah! The dinosaur is going to eat me!" photos.
I can't wait. It does, however, leave me with a predicament. How do you create interesting narrative for the same outing? You know, I am learning loads of interesting dinosaur facts as a result of our frequent visits. Perhaps I could sprinkle a few dino nuggets of knowledge into the posts.There's an idea or I could just keep it about the kids.
Looking over the collection, I am pleased to see that each trip has produced a stellar photo (or two) of the littlest, most wiggly, of the Fleglets.
The friends and family we've been able to talk into coming with us adds a unique and fun factor to each trip. Last week we were able to squeeze in a visit with the Taylor crew followed by a visit with my dearest childhood friend, Emily and her two darling boys.
Emily and I spent countless hours together as kids. Oh, the stories she could tell! Stories that involve being picked up by a police officer in the dead of night, crashing her car into a bush... also in the dead of night... before I had a drivers license, finding true love with total strangers at Lagoon (her, not me!) Ha! And I was worried about the dirt she would spill. Ah well. I've always been the one with the big mouth. As I wax nostalgic over this friendship, I feel compelled to add that she is the most dependable, loyal, rock solid friend a girl could have hoped to have growing up. Finally, as adults, we are getting our act together... trying to see each other more often.
* Insert the photo that you should have taken with Emily here *
Hearing our boys laugh in the back of my van together on the drive over and watching them dig up dino bones warmed my heart. I can say that about all my friends who have children that play with my own. It's just neat. Hang on a moment. I have to wipe the sap off my keyboard.
Moving on...earlier in the week, as I already mentioned, we hit the park with the Taylors, Katie, her darling side kick duo, affectionately known as JEllie (the twins) and Nanna! (Thanks for overlooking my grammatical errors!) After a fun afternoon, Syrelle came home with us. Eliza was delighted that her wish to have a sleepover with Syrelle would come true.
It appears that the lot has just been told to, "Go to your room!" Their expressions make me smile.