Besides our trip to Lake Michigan and our visit to Cedar Point and Castaway Bay, we’ve done a great deal this summer.
After returning from the Midwest, we spent a week back at the old house, seeing friends and soaking up some serious beach time.
The tidal pools rocked that week, so the small people spent many, many hours in them.
The small people were beyond excited to travel to see their youngest, avocado-eating cousin while we celebrated the voyage of the latest family member to enter the septuagenarian years. “He’s the cutest member of our family,†my younger son keeps saying of his cousin.
After hours of research and multiple consultations with an experienced focus group of family members, LCB has officially mastered the art of smoothie making. He now makes the world’s best smoothie, and remains steadfastly taciturn about the recipe. Personally, I find this rather convenient; since he makes a big blender of them regularly, I have no need or obligation to make them myself. As it is, I’m on blender clean-up duty, no small task itself. And after all, he is my Loquacious Cabana Boy.
Baby-girl developed an obsession with the movie Soul Surfer and wants to be like Bethany Hamilton (the real-life woman the movie is about) when she grows up. Believe it or not, the pretzels in the bottom center of the picture are supposed to be in the shape of Bethany. If Baby-girl ran the world, we’d be packing our bags right now and heading to Hawaii, where we’d walk the beaches endlessly until we hunted the poor woman down, just so we could meet her.
She also went through a brief Spiderman phase, cut exceedingly short only by the impracticality of wearing such a costume amid 100+ degree days.
My oldest son happily entered the realm of double-digit ages, and celebrated with, among other things, a new Lego Lord of the Rings set. Thankfully, we still see him on occasion when he’s forced to leave his room for sustenance.
Finally, my youngest son has taken to sneaking ice packs out of the freezer and slipping them on my side of the bed, just to make me howl when I attempt to settle in for the night. I don’t have pictures of this, because frankly pictures are the last thing on my mind at midnight when I find myself suddenly lying on a wedge of ice. No one would want to see pictures of this late-night eruption anyway, least of all myself.
I hope everyone is enjoying the summer, even if it is hotter than normal for some. And, I’d love to hear what’s been going on in your neck of the woods!