For Mommy's birthday, we went to a place far, far away that claims to have the best fried chicken in the state. True? Or false? Who cares when a giant chicken is about to eat you?
Penny likes being high.
The next day, because Coya was so sad she wasn't able to come with us for fried chicken, the family met up at Chinatown on Mommy's actual birthday and had dinner and afterwards, walked around the square.
P-lo happily poses in front of the pig, her Chinese astrological sign.
Until, she saw the pig.
Mommy and Daddy blocking the pig for the photo op.
P fake walks.
Tossed in the air
The next weekend, and hanging out with Dylan and Brady, the children of Jane, Mommy's oldest friend.
With Aunt Krista
Birthday shout out to Cousin Aaron. Or Arrggghron. In the background, Grandpa teaches Penny to nap.
At Ravinia for the Sheryl Crow show.
Penny about to be attacked by Lydia.
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