Hey you know how your parents or inlaws just randomly stop by your house?
They walk right in and help themselves, like family should?
You say "Hey, why don't you stay for dinner?"
This pretty much NEVER happens to us.
Except for once.
My Dad was in Singapore and on his way to Beijing. In a round a bout way, he made it to Nanjing for the weekend!
It was fun! Spontaneous and we did the most sightseeing that weekend than we did the whole time we lived there.
Long day traveling.
Lounging with Baby Carter.
Now (that he's really 2.5 years old) he says;
"Caga wuv Papa."
Carter loves Papa.
Next Day...to Confucius Temple.
Nanjing'ers aren't really used to seeing Westerners like their cousins of Shanghai.
So we were really the sight for the day.
You take picture of me, I take picture of you.
Under the Golden Tree.
Now, my turn!!
Seriously, so random.
But that was life in Nanjing...random.
I hope that sign doesn't say:
Please do not beat this drum. It is old, really old. Ancient. And if you hit it you will be fined 1 Jillion Dollars.
(Place pinkey to corner of lips.)
I'm thinking the Baby Bjorn makes me stand like a mannequin.
Next Stop....Purple Mountain!
Riding Solo to the top.
We talk about Nanjing like it's a small town...but it's not.
Man it was a foggy day.
That is a joke.
It was pretty clear. And that isn't fog, it's pollution.
To the top!
What a view.
Papa with Baby Buddha!
Mama looking hot...seriously, hot. And sweaty.
With the Baby Buddha!
John riding with screaming baby all the way down.
Thanks for stopping through Dad!