Last weekend, Matt was at the wedding of our good friends Nate and Alissa. As much as I wanted to be there, I wasn't quite ready to make the trip to Savannah with a toddler and a 6-week old. Instead, the three of us ventured to St. Louis. The ride down went great...for the first 3 1/2 hours. Then, literally within 10 minutes, we were in stop-and-go construction traffic, Miles woke up hungry, and Brooke had to go to the bathroom (I tried to get her to go in her diaper but she wasn't having it. That's a good thing, right?). Almost 2 hours later, we made it. I think our days of making the trip in just over 4 hours without stops are over for the time being.
Of course the girls were happy to see each other. Unfortunately, Luke was sick so we didn't get to see much of him all weekend. We pretty much laid low the whole time, except for Saturday night, when we went to a local carnival.
Brooke is barely 36 inches, so she and Lexi were able to ride all the kiddie rides by themselves.
Brooke was not a fan of the spinning dragon.
Papa T was a little freaked out by how fast the merry-go-round spun.
This reminds me of that car commercial where the dad is talking to the little girl in the driver's seat, then all of the sudden she's 16 and driving. Go ahead and call me Debbie Downer.
Other than the spinning ride, Brooke really seemed to love all of them. She's been really into motorcycles lately, so this one was a favorite.
The swings were fun.
We capped the night off with a dance party.
Miles was there, too. Just chilling.
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