I've had these pictures for a couple of weeks and haven't shared them yet... The last time Addison was in Arab, there was freshly baled hay in the fields at my parents' house.
The setting made the perfect photo opt but Big Daddy was scared to death that Addi Girl was going to fall right off.
When Mallory, Trey and I were little, we pretty much had free rein of the farm. One of our most favorite things to do was to jump hay bales and play house. When the hay was still fresh and sitting in the field, we would pretend that the hay bales were our houses. We would invite each other over to our "houses" for dinner:)
Eventually my Dad would stack the hay up in a giant pyramid five bales high under the shed. Then we would climb to the very top of the hay pyramid and jump or roll down to the ground.
If my mom would have ever caught us, she would have skinned us alive! Thankfully we survived our hay jumping days fully skinned and unscathed:)