Lunchin' with the Nephew

The nephew is so uninterested in me when I can't pick him up, toss him over my head, twirl him around, chase him down the hall or have food in hand.  Which is why at lunch getting a photo with the little man isn't the easiest thing.

So much more interested in ceiling fans.

Not taking it personally or anything.

"What do you want, woman?"

"Ugh, fine.  I'll be adorable, but I will not look at the camera."

Sister took me to a lovely restaurant in Surprise, AZ called Vogue Bistro. De-lish.

Roasted Beet Salad.  Killer good.

Ooops, how'd those get in there.

90 degrees, 8% humidity. Freckles out in full force. I'm so happy.