Tice and I had a long and wonderful weekend of travel and visiting with family in West Texas. Despite lack of napping and sleep, he was quite the entertainer. He definitely makes everything more fun. More work but definitely more fun, too.
But I have to share these photos of one of the few times he wasn’t smiling or performing–they just crack me up. Tice woke up early, so after stalling in our room as long as possible (so everyone else could sleep), we started thinking about breakfast. I carried him outside to get his seat out of my mom’s car, and the sun was just coming up over my grandad’s old Chevy.
I put Tice down on the sidewalk and grabbed my camera out of the car to snap a few photos. Tice was barefoot, and once he realized that the ground was too hard to attempt without shoes, he started “voicing” his concern. This is what I saw when I finished taking pictures of the truck.
Bless his heart!
Won’t he love these when he’s older? Hey, I’m just keepin’ it real around here. He’s usually so easy and laid back, but he does have his moments.
I have more pictures from the weekend, but I’m still processing.
P.S. The post title is a line from Tice’s new favorite nursery rhyme, “To Market, To Market.” When my Aunt Elaine heard me reading it to Tice (multiple times), she told me that my granny used to always say that line when they would get home, and my aunt continued the tradition with her kids. Now, I’ll think of them every time we read it!