Maymont

After feeding twigs to deer, petting baby goats, trying to climb a tree, and whining and complaining about having to walk so far, we stopped to play at this little creek.

The girls.

The boys on a bridge.


Boy being pensive.


The three older cousins in the creek. Boy was happier throwing rocks in and staying dry.


So was Princess Sparkley for the most part. She didn't really enjoy so much the mud and water, just the idea of it.