Gillian and Grandpa John . . . who's that ape?
Deirdre, Gillian, and elephants
They want in the picture
Mom and baby
That is one big rat
Fortunately, he does not see us
Don't get full on those leaves
A bird coaxes us away from its nest
Found you, hiding up there
For want of a quiet tongue, both to the stockades!
A musket shot . . . quite loud
In Williamsburg, the parade happens every day
Dressed in traditional clothes . . . hot in the sun, no doubt
Touring around Colonial Williamsburg in a coach
Learning a bit about the government
And livestock...
Now, to work child!
Yes, smile now, little one
Making a cake by hand . . . literally
Chatting with some of the town's ladies
Resting on a hay mattress, comfortable, huh?
It's lunch!
I'm hungry.
Now that you've eaten, make bricks!
I wonder how the wind actually makes that windmill work.
Back at home, Big Mike, Kylie and G
Gillian's Grandmother Janice
My mom, the Carol Burnett look-alike
Presents always get hugs
Cousin Kylie and Gillian, with bunny ears
Your'e tired?
Blowing out the candles
Great Uncle Gary gets into the act
And finally, Grandpa John sets things right
