There's a nifty joint in Warner Robins called Monkey Joes and we thought the girls would have a big time wearing themselves out before naptime. For one solid hour they ran, jumped, climbed, bounced and laughed, and I managed to snap a few cute shots of our time there.
One of the hundred times Libbey went flailing in all her glory.
Politely landing on her bottom, Caroline proves that she can be sweet at times.
I saved the best for last:
There are no words. Well, maybe just a few. Mamaw Pinky, aged 61, braved the ginormous slide and lived to tell about it. I, on the other hand, will probably not live to blog another day once she sees this post. But really...who cares? This is the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life and I almost had the pee pants to prove it. (I said almost people!) Rock on, Mamaw!
4 comments:
Rock On indeed! You're only as old as you feel, and my mother puts me to shame all the time.
go mamaw pinky! we salute you!
Woo-Hoo! Look at her go! I love Monkey Joe's... and so does Alex, for that matter. He begs to go each and every time we fly home. I've been down that same slide a time or two myself! :)
I will have to get you back, Leigh Anne for this embarrassing picture you posted. It was scary, but fun...
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