Now that summer is finally here, we jam-packed all sorts of summertime shenanigans into last week.
Since we haven't seen the sun since the Bush administration, Bev and I packed up the families and schlepped to the beach where we cooked burgers and hotdogs and then plunked our behinds on some beach chairs and baked our skin to a well-done crisp.
Good times as always with the B&J clan.
The following day, my Dad took me and the kids to the nawth country to visit Santa's Village. Ahhhhhh, nothing like a hot day full of Christmas carols.
We had a fabulous day and the kids insisted on sitting on all sorts of things and having their pictures taken.
Sitting on reindeer
Sitting on a really large snowman with legs.
Sitting on a bull.
Sitting on lambs. OK, I drew the line when they sat on Baby Jesus.
And then apparently the folks at Santa's Village seemed to run out of ideas for Christmas themed statues....
Sitting on a freakishly large bunny... what the hell does that have to do with Christmas?
Ummmm, sitting on antlered dinosaur. What the???..... OK, let's move on.
I got a glimpse of the future when Morgan and Courtney took off on the Tin Lizzys.
"So can I call you sometime?"
"Morgan! Be home by 7pm!... Hey! That better mean I'm #1!!!!!!"
They grow up so quickly....
Saturday I dropped off Morgan at Girl Scout camp. It's her first time at a sleep over camp and she'll be gone for an entire week! I'm sure she'll handle it fine, but Joe and I on the other hand.....
When it was time for me to leave, she was already deep into a project. As I said good bye no less than 20 times, she couldn't be bothered to even look up and wave.
I made it a full day and a half before I called the camp to check on her. They reported she's been having a great time and participating in all the projects. However, this morning her unit had a cookout breakfast and she got a bit homesick for about a half hour but the counselors
I'll try not to check in again, but I can't make any promises.