Thursday, May 10, 2007

Riding on My Dads Shoulders

My mama and I waited on the front porch for my dad to get home from work. When he did, he lifted me right up on his shoulders! We walked all around the yard. It was so fun!

Hey, I can reach the Tamarisk tree!


On my dad's shoulders.


Walkin' around the yard
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Elliott! isn't great to change perspective every little while? It's good to start early!
By the way, I LOVE your tamarisk tree.
With love from a very HOT Naples!
Marta

2:33 AM
Anonymous said...

I can't spell: tamerisk, sorry!

2:34 AM
Anonymous said...

What a big boy you are!! I've been wondering when you would be old enough to ride on Dad's shoulders. I remember when your mama used to ride on Grandpa John's shoulders. You're obviously having a great time just like she did.
Much love,
Grandma Barb

7:19 AM
Elliott said...

Hi folks! My dad looked it up and actually Marta, you were correct. It is spelled tamarisk. I fixed the spelling in the post. Thanks for letting me know!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamarisk

Thanks!

8:55 AM

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