And now for some photos (in no particular order)
Jen finally got one by dad. Oh, wait. Somehow they managed to play 22 games and
still come out tied. Is that even possible?
still come out tied. Is that even possible?
Grandpa crafting his deluctible homemade icecream with hungry on-lookers.
Notice the sweet shirts we were sporting...yah, we're cool!!
Notice the sweet shirts we were sporting...yah, we're cool!!
If you can't beat 'em on the court, at least intimidate them with your pre-game, mind-melting, lava-eyes stare. Nah. That doesn't work either.
Nope, not jail. Watching tennis from the sidelines. By the looks of things, I'd say they've sat through 20 out of 22 games at the time of the photo!
Audrey's fancy frenchbraid (yep, I still got my mad braiding skills! Some things just stick with you.)
Posing with the kids. Hopefully they were resting, not learning the lean-over-the-log technique from Eric. That technique hasn't worked so well for me.
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