Monday, July 07, 2008
Not much to report around here lately. Summer has settled in and we've begun swimming lessons at the Lake. We're there four days a week "frolicking in the sand" and sun and water. I've been sunburned on top of my sunburn on top of my sunburn and the boys are officially sun-kissed and tan. We've brought enough sand home with us to construct a beach of our own and I think I've eaten enough sand in my sandwiches to fully pumice my intestines and leave them gleaming. Hunter is perfecting the crawl stroke. Noah's swim instructor is completely smitten with him and he sure loves to show off for her and the rest of his class. Denver, thank goodness, loves his first go at swimming lessons and really loves playing a game called "Cheese, Ham and Bologna." Caleb spends most of his time digging and digging and digging but occasionally he'll abandon the shovels and buckets for the water where he loves to do cannon balls and swim around on his tummy.
When we're not at the Lake the boys are playing Nintendo (of course) or jumping on the trampoline or practicing their baseball skills. The babies take great naps after the Lake and I'm so exhausted after chasing them all day and cleaning up all the sand that for the past couple of afternoons I've kicked back and watched the first two episodes of Anne of Green Gables. The boys usually come in and join me halfway through and it's nice snuggling with them and doing nothing for a little while.
Our Fourth of July was pretty low-key. It was hot and humid and rainy all weekend. Saturday we invited a bunch of family and friends over and ate a feast of baked beans and frog-eye salad and four-bean salad and watermelon and hamburgers and hot dogs and potato salad and jello-jigglers until we were all so stuffed we could hardly walk. Then we retreated outside, where miraculously the weather cleared, and let the kids run around with sparklers and jump and swim and play. Then Cliff and Chris brought a ton of fireworks to share and we spent the rest of the evening shooting them off and enjoying each others' company. Half of our guests left before we got out the homemade ice cream and strawberries which was unfortunate for them but fortunate for us, because that meant we got to eat more. It was pretty good stuff and I guess Noah thought so too because he downed his faster than you can say "homemade ice cream" and then asked for "some more but with sprinkles." Of course what I heard him say was, "Can I have some more butt with sprinkles?" And I think from now on, forever, whenever we eat homemade ice cream that will be one of those family jokes that you just had to be there for. Thanks for the smiles, Noah, as usual.
Now we're already back to Monday which means back to work for Mark and back to the Lake for us. And that means I've got to get back to packing up lunch and towels and swimsuits and goggles and buckets and shovels and suntan lotion and . . . .
posted by Shana # 9:02 AM 
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