Thursday, June 30, 2011

Blogger Broke - UPDATED

I seriously considered having this picture be my entire post - no verbiage at all, not even six lonely words. I here by declare this picture: EPIC!

On Sunday the fifth Mom and I joined Aunt Abby and Grandma Herbert for a tour of the Diana exhibit at Union Station.
Okay, I've been trying to write this post for awhile now and Blogger keeps crashing so I'm gonna try to post the rest of these pics via the blogger mobile app (which is awful) and go to bed. Blurgh!

Update: I tried to post a handful of pictures after the one above and SHOCK - it didn't work. Google owns Blogger & Google owns Android; can someone please get these groups together and make a decent app? This thing is brutal! Sounds like my instinct to begin and end with that first pic was spot on. I'll try to fix this tomorrow but I have to quit now before I throw something across the room.

Updated Update: So clearly I wasn't able to post the rest of the pics so I'm trying again tonight.

I REALLY wanted to pull out a few of the pillars on this cake - you know, go all Jenga with it but none of the adults would let me. Boo!

It's a tiny baby little slipper. (You have to read that in a baby voice and it might not hurt to have spent some time with me recently for that to make sense.)

The Diana exhibit was cool and all, mostly because I think I'd like to be a princess. But I think I like the idea of Disney's version - you know, happy endings and all.

For lunch we (Abby ditched us) headed down to the Kemper where I schooled Mom & GmaH in some Bananagrams.

I know I'm supposed to be the center of attention in most of these pictures (and I'm fine with that) but I often enjoy looking at the backgrounds - especially in this pic! Fun! Also, why are ALL straws bendy straws?

When Dad got home from watching race cars, the three of us joined Grandpa Davenport for dinner. GmaD arrived a bit late so to prolong the visit I suggested we get some Green Apple. Ice cream by the pound - I'm gonna need a bigger boat!

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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