Paul helps the kids pose for a picture.
Hand in hand - too sweet!
Our wee man loves his kilt!
Our bonnie lass loves her "Princess dress," as she calls it.
A kilt isn't going to keep Ian from climbing...
...and playing.
Laurel follows Ian's lead.
Going up, up, up...
...and then down...
and down.
Now, that's what I call an ice cream cone!
Ian had to get one with pink on it. Unfortunately after only a few licks, it toppled over, hit his sleeve and landed on the ground. Oh yes, there were tears.
Sweet Laurel was willing to give up her cone to Ian in exchange for Mommy's strawberry shake.
Ian eats this cone more carefully. You can see the pink residue from the last cone's fall on Ian's sleeve.
The day ended with a fun train ride for the kids. I think each car was made from a keg of beer.
9 comments:
Looks like a grand day...
Even with the ice cream mishap!
Looks like a fun day!! I hate that your mother-in-law wasn't able to make it again. I hope she's feeling better soon!
That looks fantastic!!!
Tina, Thank you so much for the pictures. It was almost but, not quite as good as being there. The kids look awesome in their kilt outfits. Tell Ian I am so sorry about his cone but Grandma has bought strawberry cheesecake ice cream for him and Laurel to enjoy. Love you
Your kids are so adorable!! They look so cute in their kilts!! I apologize..it's been forever since I've read your blog...but I'm back :) I'm sure you didn't even notice..but you will start seeing me!
I love, love, love their little plaid outfits!
How fun...love the pics!!!
Poor Ian!! I think all of us at one time or another have to suffer an ice cream cone tragedy.
I've always wanted to go to one of those festivals. Love the kilts!
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