Saturday morning. Coffee in pajamas, outside. Because we can.
Once properly caffeinated, we set off for Mt. Hope Reservoir. This kid is mad about fishing and has no shortage of people to take him, but it was high time his aunt and uncle stepped up. Eli even taught us a thing or two, showing R how to cast.
On the way back to Amy's we stopped at Walmart to sell small bits of our souls to the devil in exchange for things like deodorant and laundry soap at prices that do not make us weep. I always feel guilty shopping there, but is Duane Reade really any better?