It's officially official. Labor Day is Walla Walla weekend.
I love a good tradition, and any chance that we get to spend 5 full days in Walla Walla, complete with Grammie time, cowboy boots, the fair, a parade, sunshine, parks, sprinklers, mud pies, naps and sneaking in a date night...I'll take it.
Hot summer nights. Laziness. In bed by 9:30 every night. Drinks on the patio. Time to unwind. It's all such a wonderful end of summer ritual for us.
A little help from sister...
Though she much preferred to do it all on her own.
No joke...I'm still scared of the maze of mirrors. I had to ask the kind carnival man the trick so I wouldn't start hyperventilating in front of my four year old. It's so tricky!
My WW girls!! Unfortunately I think it was right about this moment that the WWHS Cheerleaders were marching by so we couldn't bust out our old moves and join in the fight song. I SO wanted to do the fight song!
Cutest little buddy in his cutest little hat sizing me up...
Thanks for another fabulous Labor Day in the books!
We love love you Walla Walla!