As excited as Cheyenne was to be going somewhere, her weekend at the cabin was much like mine. A lot of relaxing and not very much activity. Which was perfect.
Her friend Abby, who normally is non-stop about the ball, the Ball, THE BALL, shocked the heck out of me with only one ball-tossing session demanded. The rest of the time, she was happy with the furry bone I pulled out of the closet.
This last photo from the weekend is one of my favorite because it is typical Cheyenne. If she were a kid, she'd be the kid who always screamed SHOTGUN! whenever you were heading to the car.