Art Festival

A few weeks ago, Grant fired us all up for the Sierra Madre art festival. After we perused the mediocre art, we listened to some music on the grass. Ford did his little double leg bend to the beat and Abby pulled out some cool moves.

See this guy? You'd think that I dragged him to the festival. It was all his idea. Believe me. As usual, the family fun days always involve crowds, sweat and strollers. We prayed for this, remember?

594. time together on the weekend
595. a new pre-festival quesadilla
596. dreaming
597. keeping track