We spent Memorial Day with my family.
So. much. fun.
In fact, it will probably be three post's worth of fun.
To start, let's talk about how we all painted ginormous poster paintings to send to my little sister, Rosie, who's serving a mission for our church in Arizona.
Side note: Chas walked proudly out of the bathroom this morning with his pony.
Ok, well maybe I was the one who was proud. He was more laughing nervously.
If Thomas Jefferson had a baby with a hipster, it would be Chas' pony.
My dad's painting:
Sister Hailey's painting:
Bro-in-law, Michael, loves him some robots:
We're all kinda artsy fartsys in my fam.
My grandmas on both sides were fine artists, I paint, my sisters paint, my dad paints, my mom is an interior designer, and the sisters who don't paint have style coming outta their ears.
There are very few things I'd rather do with my family than paint all together.
There's nothing else I'd rather do with my family.
Chas' pony was just the icing...and the cherry on top.