
4th of July weekend. We did a little of everything from run-of-the-mill traditional to downright odd.

Watermelon. One of the true joys of summer.

BBQ with lamb. Yes, lamb. Topped off with cotton candy, popcorn and an outdoor theatre. When I grow up, I want to be just like the couple that invited us. They rock my world. Haven't had such a relaxing evening in a very long time.
Did I mention that there was cotton candy? I'm afraid the BBQ bar has now been raised unattainably high. I'm not sure the kids will ever again be satisfied with a regular BBQ.

We built an eagle's nest in the back yard. Naturally.
When you have a husband who occasionally turns into a landscape berserker, it makes perfect sense.
Plus, a certain little miss someone who is currently in love with little feathery friends and their homes has a birthday coming up. I bet you'll never guess the theme.

Did I mention watermelon? And machetes? We're serious about our watermelon around here.

Patriotic nail polish. Courtesy of some family friends. It's always nice when your children return from a playdate more patriotic than when they left.

Pinwheels, dubbed "spinwheels" by the kids. Courtesy of the awesomely amazing BBQ hosts.


Everyone had a great holiday weekend until baby B decided to catch Roseola and refused to leave my arms for 2 1/2 days.
So on the 4th, while Shaggy and the kids went swimming and to see the fireworks, I camped out in the rocking chair with a feverish baby who was finally giving me all the cuddles she's denied me for nearly a year. Suffice it to say that I didn't hate spending the day that way.

And we finished it all off with s'mores on a stick (from the idea room). They were seriously good. Actually rivaled the real thing.
Happy birthday, America!
Happy birthday, America!
2 comments:
I'm impressed. We didn't even go see the fireworks on the other side of the lake. But we heard a few pyrotechnics explode. Does that count? You and Shaggy create such wonderful memories for your kids.
P. S. K's teeth are looking really good. How much longer?
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