Strawberry Festival

We had a jam-packed weekend. Strawberry-jam packed.

We had plans to meet up with Micah's good friend and his wife in Charlotte (more about that in another post) so we decided to swing by York, SC on the way to see my sister Bekah, my brother and his wife and all of her family at their strawberry festival. It was yummy.
All of Thomas and Margaret's nieces and nephews (on the Hall side) were there, and they let Skylar go into the chicken coop and get the newly laid egg. She was thrilled. Then she got to ride a horse. She died and went to heaven. Then she came back to life and saw the beehive. Magical. And so it went for the next two hours......

The festival had a dual purpose, it was also a distractor while everyone, especially Thomas and Marge, waited for the results of draft day. Fortunately, several hours later, after a process I couldn't even begin to explain, Thomas is joining the Minnesota Vikings! We are so excited for them! And yes, Thomas is carrying around a tiny coconut purse.....
I've decided Margaret needs a Viking name, now that she's a Viking wife. So after an in depth study of Viking history (as in the first website I came to via google) here's what I came up with.......Astrid....or maybe Gunnhild. As for Thomas, I was thinking maybe Thorald or Thorkell, although Olaf is a classic. (Those Viking's sure knew how to make someone sound hot). Let me know if you have any suggestions....I need something to stencil on their viking hats.

Micah was excited about the BBQ, and according to him, this was a pulled pork sandwich even his dad would have approved of--and that's saying something.
I think he liked the bees even more than the kids did.

She should have been born a farm girl.....

Sunday was spent celebrating Papa's 82nd birthday! And of course, Skylar thought it was her birthday again...