Camp Deep Creek - August 3 - Week 7

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Canvas 1:









Canvas 2:









Canvas 3:




 Back to Canvas 2 with a broom for a paintbrush:



The End!


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  1. AnonymousAugust 6, 2012 at 11:51 PM

    Cute! And aren't you happy all of the painting was done outside?! Now, if only the bathing could have been outside:)

    Grandma

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    1. Heidi WestAugust 7, 2012 at 8:23 AM

      I was. My friend Alisa is amazing to let such a mess happen at her house. I know it took quite a bit of elbow grease to return her tub to white!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 14, 2012 at 9:07 PM

    These are SUCH CUTE pictures! They will all have good memories of this, I am sure!

    Mom

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2012 at 9:02 PM

    oh so precious!
    love, lil' sis

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