alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462025916402185922" border="0">Breakfast at The Flying Biscuit Cafe: where mom first tried...and became addicted to grits.
Mom's good friend Molly and my good friend Luke
Homemade pizza
Ah, this is the life.
And, our new puppy! Yeah, right. But Hannah and I did get a kick out of this friendly little guy.
Fimming Pooloh
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Thanks for the post Ellie. I love the kicks, the puppy and the pool. It looks like it is going to be a fun summer for the Walbruchs.
ReplyDeleteAnd so begins a girl's shoe fetish ;)
ReplyDeleteYou look fabulous by the way! ...as always!!
I love Ellie's animal noises! Precious. Gotta love when mom goes dumpster divin! Some of life's greatest treasures have got to be the junk abandoned by other people. Amen to that! Go, Mom! Miss you guys!
ReplyDeleteThose grits were good! I love the crocs! Kayla got the same pair - after looking all over the valley for knock-offs we finally got her the real deal. They are so great -no more stubbed toes.
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