I won't name names, but someone in this family scheduled Little V's swim lessons for the exact same time as the Stow House Concerts. AND darn-it, it was me. I have no one to blame but myself. I hate when that happens.
Here is the thing, for the last two years we have gone to almost every single concert during the Stow House series. You bring a blanket, picnic, family, and chill out on the lawn of an antique house listening to a variety of totally random music depending on the week.
This year, I already paid for the lessons and so we are only going to one concert. The one last night, where the boys ran around crazy and the girls formed a little band.
This one, this is Keller Dude's dance face. He was getting down with his bad self.