Saturday night we got our fancy on and headed to a tapas restaurant for drinks and dinner.
Sunday morning family breakfast.
We let Feather Nester sleep in to almost noon since she probably hasn't done that in years, so "breakfast" is a term I use loosely.
More fun times on the carousel. Much like last time, Charlotte loved it... as long as it wasn't moving. It only took about one rotation for her to dive off her horse into B's arms.