Lynnville, Tennessee

This past weekend, Wade and I had big plans to meet some dear friends of ours in New Orleans for a nice long Labor Day vacation with NO KIDS. Needless to say, if I NEVER hear the name Gustav again, it will be too soon.
Wade's parents were going to keep the girls while we were gone, so we all loaded up and headed to Franklin. As always, we had a wonderful time!
On Saturday, we took the girls to Lynnville, Tennessee, a beautiful little town just south of Franklin. We played on an old train, met a precious little schnauzer named Bridget (who was VERY tolerant of Mary hugging and kissing all over her), and ate at a neat little diner, complete with its own player piano that the girls loved.