seafair.

We have been doing this little parade for as long as I can remember.

The Seafair Parade (with pirates and all).

Such a fun little outing.

And such a great place to people watch

Which is definitely my favorite part.

This was the first year Ryan & I ran in the race before the parade...it was a blast.

And the weather was AMAZING.

And Carson never moved, the entire parade

We need to take that kid to more parade's.

It was lovely.

fourth of july.

Cold beer.  Burnt hot dogs.  Sunshine.  BBQ chips.  Popsicles.  Potato salad.  Baked beans.  More cold beers.  The lake.  Pink cheeked kids.  American flags.  Red, white, & blue...everywhere.  More beer.  Stomach aches.  Cheese cake.  A juggler/magician/Bob with no 'O'.  More chips.  Red wine.  A carnival.   Brock Huard.  Maxi Dresses.  Did I mention beer?  Tired kids.  Tired grown-ups.  Fireworks...on TV.  

And company that can't be beat.

This is the way to do it America.

blog? what blog?

H:  "Mom do we still have a blog?"

Me:  "Yes."

H:  "Well, when I last checked, it's still my gymnastics pictures and that was a long time ago.  Lauren wants to know if you're ever going to blog again."

Me:  "You and Lauren actually talked about this?"

H:  "Yes.  And if I had a cell phone, which I don't, I would text her when you put up new pictures, so she wouldn't have to go all the way upstairs to check the computer all the time.  I would also text her that we still have a blog, but that my mom is just being annoying, and cleaning the house instead of doing the blog."

Me:  "You can go to your room."

H:  "So you can blog?"

Me:  "No.  For fake texting Lauren that I am annoying."

H:  "Oh, nuts."

And without further adieu, I am caught up.

(at least through June).

Someone shoot Lauren a text.