...of a photo jackpot!

Here I was, thinking that I only had iffy iphone photos to share with you last time, and then I looked in our photo archive to find that Quinn had copied over some pictures that we had apparently taken during the last few weeks of May! So here I am with said pictures. I'll let them do most of the talking...

Birthday dress from some friends.

Pink Eyed Bug.

Breakfast sandwich on homemade rolls? No one complained.

Finally getting to open her birthday present from Gigi and Boppa

I am going to write a little preface to the following pictures:

Selah got a leotard and tutu for her birthday. I was anxious to try it on her and see how she looked/what happened. I have purposefully avoided tutu like skirts throughout Selah's life because they didn't seem like her or me. But this was an actual ballet outfit and I did ballet when I was little, so I thought maybe Selah would like it and we would have a little ballerina on our hands.

No such luck.

We'll have to try it again some other time.

Yay! Finally off!

Playing outside before dinner.

Pushing Selah.

Banging.

Getting sweaty.

Sweaty and dirty.

Date night with Quinn face.

View from the balcony at the Starbucks near our house.

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