Rose ridin some waves.
Lily ridin with the girls.
Pool time after the beach.
Dance party led by "crazy uncle patrick".
This 4th, as with most 4th of Julys, we spent it with my husband's high school buddies and their families. A total of five families spent the week together... consisting of 6 men who have been friends since college, high school, and even younger, 4 babies, 9 children (ages 11 to 3), 4 nursing mothers, one pregnant mom, and a house that held 15 people.
Hmm. You thinking how does that work? ...for the most part well.
Our food was planned flawlessly. Each family was responsible for cooking one evening meal during the week, we had a pizza night, and takeout night. The kids got along great... one mom at the beginning of the week announced that there would be no tattle telling, and that there were plently of other kids to play with if they wanted. This statement prooved to be effective. I can count on my right hand how many kiddy problems we had. So, our week was spent at the beach (even in the rain), at the "hot tubs", playing in the pool out back, going crabbing, and just hanging out with everyone. We even had an ER visit when Sonny Brown broke his collar bone catching a pass. Who knew the sand would be so hard! But, he was such a trooper and had a great time regardless.
I must also mention that we did have story time one evening with Dogpound aka Mr. Rogers reading "Goodnight America". I was moved to tears. Literally.
As expected the boys acted like boys except for the sad and shocking fact that cannon ball alley never officially opened. They won't admit it, but I think they are getting old.
