Indiana Cabbage

This is from our trip to Atlanta and Erie, see I got it right this time and put the last ones on first. Sort of, the reunion should of been before Lake Erie. Oh well, maybe next time.

Brynley is so much fun or at least as much fun as a few week old baby can be. It was just wonderful to just sit and hold her. She has the longest fingers and toes that I have seen on a baby, and her feet reminded me of when I was carrying Kristin and how I could feel this body part go across the top of my stomach, I kept thinking that couldn't be her feet- it was, but she definitely has grown into her feet, just as Bryn will grow into hers. Her arms remind Dad and I of Nathan's when he was this age- he seemed to be all arms. But she is a cutie and we can't wait to see her in less than 2 weeks.

Ally walking on the beach of Lake Erie, I think after walking the beach on a Sunday she wishes we had one more day so she could go swimming. It was a pleasant day- at least it became a pleasant day as earlier it had been raining. But the sun came out and it was great.

A picture of the two of us walking on the beach- not shown is the picture where this man tried to throw this lady into the water. Who would dare to do something like that.

Dad pouted at the reunion. That's just like him, always pouting to get his way. The reunion was great. I didn't know more than three fourths of the people there. I think the ones I know best are Aunt Carol's kids and Aunt Gerry's (mispelled maybe) kids. It was great to see them and the Uncles and Aunts and of course Grandma and Grandpa Kohl, Aunt Trish, Aunt Margie and her family and Uncle Ken and his friend Maria.

This is a nice picture of Aunt Trish, Dad took one of when she bent over, not very becoming and I don't think she would of wanted that pose here.

I did get my haircut while we were there. I had asked Aunt Margie if she had brought her scissors (sp?) and she told me no and asked why, I told her I told her I felt like I had a mulet, she told me she didn't need scissors to cut hair she could cut hair with a butcher knife if it was sharp enough. We all had a great laugh, but then she tried to, but the knife was to dull, luckily I had my sewing scissors in the car and she did cut my hair, I have liked it ever since.