...and some days I don't think I am ever going to be tan again.
Today mom and I tried to lay out on the tramp thinking it would be fun to get a little sun while Thatcher played in the water and James laid in the shade. Well, our idea didn't go as planned. Four popsicles for Thatcher, and one naked and angry baby later, I gave up and went inside. Oh well. It's not that important to be tan, but it sure would have been nice if it had worked.
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