We went to see Abby and Papi!

We drove down to see Abby and Papi last weekend for a late Mother's Day celebration.

We stopped at Frisch's Big Boy for lunch!

Bob loves their tartar sauce.

We even called him and asked if he wanted some, but he said he had just gotten some the week before.

Hilarious.

We brought Abby her gifts. 

Genevieve ran around on the golf course where Abby and Papi live.  

It was green.

Let's pretend she's in Ireland.  

I decided to torture myself again on Sunday morning at an 8 a.m. Pure Barre class.

All of that tucking and lifting is no joke.

I once again received a lot of personal instruction on tucking and lifting, since my pelvis, rear and brain don't know the difference.  

We went to a local orchard and had such fun.

Abby and G had homemade strawberry ice cream.  

Then Genevieve and I hit the fields to pick our own strawberries. 

I had a serious taste tester.  

We took a family ride on the Casey Jones Express.

They plywood train cars were pulled behind a lawn mower disguised as an engine.

Genevieve's excitement was out of control!  

 I will include the petting zoo pictures on my next post.

I learned my child who watches Peter Rabbit every day is terrified to touch a fluffy bunny.

To my knowledge, she has not seen Fatal Attraction.  

Thanks for the great weekend, Abby and Papi.

Papi was there, I promise.  He was just the man behind the camera.