Look at me...big kid!
Apple pickin' in Bedford. Just like a treasure hunt. Bridger was so proud of his spoils.
Can you see his giant smile? We had to convince him that the apples on the ground were not as good as the ones still on the tree. He'd be a great orchard intern cleaning up the ground.
Grandpa "Hay-waoh-d" Harold
Lotus Festival with Ruth. We danced in the parade and took in the sights and sounds of international arts and music until the wee hour of 10 PM. An absolute blast!
Ruth and I plotted to get malts on the way home. Despite the fact the Bridger was exhausted he heard ice cream was in his future and kept himself awake until we reached Dairy Queen on the way home.
Floating Salt Creek in "The Dingy". Our 10 ft boat with the smallest trolling motor made :) Another indication that slowing down is not so bad and bigger is not always better.
Bridger before our launch. Just adorable.
Reading the Sunday paper.
Eating grandma Nay's corn. This after eating his own corn, mommy's corn, and yellling for "Mer!" (more). True Hoosier.
We've called Bridger our little bird since he was a baby. He sings like a bird now and is extremely encouraging to others to get in touch with their musical side. He handed out insturments and got to work with the family band when grandma and grandpa visited. While he loves lead guitar he has a genetic inclination to the drums (thanks to Grandpa Mel).
Labor Day on the Lake with Chris and Ryan. What a beautiful day to spend with great friends.
Camping before the fire ban. A perfect night in the woods. Yummy dinner, marshmallows, the dog and one happy little camper. Bridger liked talking about who lives in the woods and pretending to be a bear. Roar!
Headlamps and glow sticks. Indispensible camping items.
Daddy.
Makin' pizza.
Look at me...big kid!
Apple pickin' in Bedford. Just like a treasure hunt. Bridger was so proud of his spoils.
Can you see his giant smile? We had to convince him that the apples on the ground were not as good as the ones still on the tree. He'd be a great orchard intern cleaning up the ground.
Grandpa "Hay-waoh-d" Harold
Lotus Festival with Ruth. We danced in the parade and took in the sights and sounds of international arts and music until the wee hour of 10 PM. An absolute blast!
Ruth and I plotted to get malts on the way home. Despite the fact the Bridger was exhausted he heard ice cream was in his future and kept himself awake until we reached Dairy Queen on the way home.
Floating Salt Creek in "The Dingy". Our 10 ft boat with the smallest trolling motor made :) Another indication that slowing down is not so bad and bigger is not always better.
Bridger before our launch. Just adorable.
Reading the Sunday paper.
Eating grandma Nay's corn. This after eating his own corn, mommy's corn, and yellling for "Mer!" (more). True Hoosier.
We've called Bridger our little bird since he was a baby. He sings like a bird now and is extremely encouraging to others to get in touch with their musical side. He handed out insturments and got to work with the family band when grandma and grandpa visited. While he loves lead guitar he has a genetic inclination to the drums (thanks to Grandpa Mel).
Labor Day on the Lake with Chris and Ryan. What a beautiful day to spend with great friends.
Camping before the fire ban. A perfect night in the woods. Yummy dinner, marshmallows, the dog and one happy little camper. Bridger liked talking about who lives in the woods and pretending to be a bear. Roar!
Headlamps and glow sticks. Indispensible camping items.
Daddy.
Makin' pizza.
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