Yesterday it was time to celebrate our second Muse -- the one we call Outdoor Woman -- becoming a grandma. No words necessary. These pictures speak for themselves!
If a grandbaby got to choose their own grandparents? Well, Outdoor Woman and Man would surely be the ones they would choose. I can't imagine anything more fun than childhood visits to this home full of people who love to cook and travel and go on adventures, with their very own swimmin' hole right behind the house, not to mention the kayaks and fossils and chickens and eggs and dogs and vegetable garden and wild porcini mushrooms! Could it get any better?
This time, the hostess. Next time, the hostee. SQUEE!