On the left side of the picture you can see me demonstrating one of my four superpowers.
Touring TriCell's new location.
This is basically heaven for her.
Myrna's a little confused on the concept of skate shoes, but Dan lets her try out his board anyway.
Smooch!
Since we stole some of these photos from Kim's blog, I may as well steal her caption too: "Ain't no party like a girls couch party."
Myrna critiques Davis on the proper ingestion of pureed sweet potato.
Identifying the eyes, nose, and mouth of her cousin Isaac.
Already eager to get back in the car and pay some more visits.
The swings in Snowbird came with five-point harnesses! You can get pretty high up in these but, as the many signs warn, only if you're under 60lbs.
Ready for a swim.
I told her in no uncertain terms that she could *not* wear that to the mall.
I think this is a very true photo of Myrna.
With Kristen, Grace, Grandma, and soccer ball.
Is Nick sneaking into the picture, or out of it?
Clearly, she's playing Liszt.
Oh good grief.
Happy Father's Day!
Sharing her devious plans with Megan.
In the courtyard.
Vasaparken trampolines and girls dressed for the Midsummer celebration.
We miss the ducks on Reimersholme, but we have almost 20 friendly ducks at a pond a block from our new place.
SMACKDOWN!
She tries to ride this train. Or, actually, any train - including those tiny Brio ones.
