Fourth of July Photo Vomit

I took a little blogging break while I was adjusting to our summer schedule,

which involves no schedule at all.

I like schedules, don't do well with free time.  Too many options.

It overwhelms my brain, and so, I have about 200 blog entries swimming in my head

and oodles of pictures to catch up on.

The Fourth was, how can I say say this...

hot.

Here is some photographic evidence:

When you are sweating at the beginning of the Parade.  It does not bode well for the rest of the day.

The heat did not deter Rosa from kicking back some java.

A lady needs her caffeine in the a.m. to act a lady.

I kid, it's just water.  Or that's what I'm telling you anyway.

Everyone had a blast at the parade and the girls scored some serious candy.

They actually received special candy buckets to gather the goods in.

Ten dollar candy buckets.  Yeah.

I'm lookin' at you Grammy.

That is the face of someone who just learned she could eat some of the candy.

Circus kid.

This is Drew's dream car.  He would like to drive it to Pentwater every year.

I'm not sure if that means he is some kind of a hippie at heart,

or secretly longs to be in the cast of Scooby Doo.

This guy gives me a mad case of the happies.

I would like to take a moment to point out a moment where I had a vision of our future.

There was a significant amount of candy being thrown at this here parade,

and as excited as all the kids were, I was hearing a lot from the parents:

"Caleb!  Go get it!"  "Come on Avery, run out and grab some!"  "It's right there!"

"Don't worry about the clown car, they'll move - just get that candy!!!"

Let's see how many adults v. kids are grabbing candy in this picture.

These are the folks I will be blogging about come Soccer games gone wrong.

After the parade, we packed into my parents car to head to the festival at the park.

My Dad seemed a little too amused to close Drew and I into the trunk

that was ELEVENTY BILLION DEGREES. 

You know Emmy is serious about competitive balloon pumping when that tongue comes out.

Pony rides and bouncy houses rounded out the day until we took refuge in the a/c.

Yippee!  If you lasted through that whole thing, bravo.

And thank you.

Happy rest of July!



"Rosa Like Feta"

There is a time for manners

And then there is a time to just watch the spectacle.



Thank You, Nana!!!

It doesn't get much more exciting in this house

than when a package arrives for the girls.

Holy grabbiness!

It's best to just stay out of their way.

Mine has one and twooooo pockets! - Rosa

Emmy is currently napping in her hat and asks if the

Pentwater logo is facing straight about every 2.5 minutes;)

Thank you for the gifts Nana - they are a hit!

Happiness is knowing you are vacation bound.



This Is Not A Gummy Worm

And he shall never be the same.

RIP you disgusting thing.



Self-Delusions

Drew called this picture "the love sandwich"

I will sit here and convince myself that this is how I spend my days.

This is how I spend my days, enveloped in love...ahhhh.....

Now please excuse me while I go break up the gladiator fight that is going on behind me,

involving the stick part of a ride-on pony and two pot lids.





These Photos Make Me Think Of Jim Carrey:

As The Grinch.

You? 

No?  Really?

Sometimes, I don't know how we're even friends.



Carbo-Loading

Oh, who are those precious little peas helping Mommy water the flowers?

No.  Don't buy the act. 

They are professionals and they are lethal.

They are merely posing as gardeners

in order to have a clandestine meeting to plot my demise.

We did not get to sleep until 3:30 am last night. 

THREE THIRTY A. M. !

They decided to have a little room party after Emmy's

ever reliable midnight potty break.

THREE THIRTY A.M.

I am delusional with fatigue and have devised a plan of action.

We are having an all carb dinner covered in saturated fat in hopes of putting them

into some sort of hyper-sleep that lasts until they graduate high school.

(clearly I have been subject to Drew's viewing of Aliens recently).

Pasta with browned butter sauce and bruschetta.

If I had a whole turkey on hand I'd roast that sucker simply for the

Tryptophan.

If this plan doesn't work, I've been looking into one of those

tranquilizer darts they use on rogue crocodiles at the zoo.