She doesn't get that from me

Frances, my fearless four-year-old, went off the rope swing at the River this weekend.

I was so proud of her I almost burst.  These pictures don’t do it justice—that swing is HIGH, particularly when the swingee is under four feet tall.  But without a second thought, she got in line with the other kids, gripped her tiny hands around the thick rope, and propelled herself out in the middle of the river where her equally proud father was waiting to lead her back to the dock.  She then repeated said movements at least a dozen times before it was time to dry off for dinner.

George and I were safely and happily observing all of this from the sidelines.

Although I shouldn’t sell him short just yet.  He very well may be equally as brave as his sister in two years’ time; but my boy does know his swimming limits and quickly discovered that hauling (and even better—throwing!) rocks in the river can be just as much fun.

As if you can’t tell from the pictures, both kids were in heaven this weekend at the River.  My brother Johnny and his family visited, too, which meant instant cousin love and attention.

George, Frances and Andy

As always, the visit was much too short.

The whole gang (in two pictures, of course)!

But until we can visit again, I’ll be dreaming of my favorite view:

And no doubt, Frances will be dreaming about this:

(Video courtesy of Aunt Katrina!)

Happy Monday, everyone!