Tulips and Chap Stick
Ahhh...my favorite flowers. I wish they were mine, but I took this photo at the Getty. Jason had the day off on Friday and we squeezed in all kinds of errands, as well as made a trip to see the icons before they made their way back home to St. Catherine's Monastery. Hannah was content wondering through the gardens there for a while before we had to leave to make our tax appointment. It was a crazy day, a day I would never dream up with all the stops and driving (it was all Jason - sometimes he's more adventurous than I think) but fun because we were all together.
Here is my girly girl hiding beneath the coffee table with her prized chap stick. I'm sorry to report, not shortly after I took this picture and started to walk away, there was a loud CLUNK, and some crying. Poor little head.
posted by Lauren S. at
9:31 AM
2 Comments:
Oh, the memories come flooding back seeing your girl with her chap stick. When I was young Lip Smackers were all the rage. My older sister and I used to do "50 laps" around our lips! It must be innate, because my not-even-two year old daughter, whenever she sees my chap stick, says "lips, lips" and won't stop until she gets some!
what's a girl without her chapstick? we got to see the Sinai exhibit too...beautiful. We went without the kids and I wished they were there when I saw those gardens! They would have had a blast.
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