Don't tell anyone, I wrote this small post about our last days of June. I won't even write much… just post pictures from our impromptu Old Town visit with Ruth and Nick, then our evening at the
It should be noted that all four of my beautiful children were in attendance on these excursions. But only one of them will *sign the media contract* and agree to make an appearance on Chickenblog. So, no pictures of them sampling pizza on a stick, or of all of them getting the twenty-five cent foot massages. That's okay. I have the pictures, and the memories, and they are all good.
Now back to the stack of... stuff at the foot of our bed.