Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds…this kind of meltdown was the grand finale of a super fun week of learning and socializing and singing about God at our first ever Summer Palooza. Final Meltdown of this sort is actually way delightful as we camped out at First Landing State Park. As if the last day wasn’t enough of a blowout with lots & lots of hugs! (Finally got that cute face):
Here I am with my fellow Registration Team Divas:
And here’s Bo with Cooper, the ChurchDog:
After that we were just delirously happy to discover Chesapeake Bay with the natives who have been there year after year. Some swam, some chatted, and some played Capture the Flag:
It was a wonderful time. THEN today after church, Hubby got to crank up his new grill with smoker box. Well…”new” as in, bought-it-in-October-but-just-opened-the-box. Talk about your delayed gratification!
God is so darn good to me I can’t hardly stand it sometimes! Here’s to plenty of goodness on you too. My cup & plate overfloweth mucho!
One last random insertion…upon move in, the Big Sibs took to chucking BabyKid’s plethora of assorted and assundry WebKinz collection from the upstairs Look-Over hallway onto the Way-High Shelf over mantle. Just too hilarious at the time and too darn high to do anything about right away. They will be coming down tomorrow:
I had one of those heart-thumping, time-warping moments today when my former toddler: circa 1998 welcomed a current 2008 toddler at VBS. The wee one looked waaaaaay up at the Giant 10 Year Old and just beamed, taking her hand! Here’s what it looked like right after that moment as all the Huge, Mature, All-Grown-Up 4th and 5th graders walked their preschool buddies to their first “station” today. That one’s mine with the pink layer underneath the required orange.
Turns out all those meddling biddies at the grocery store were annoyingly correct all throughout the 90s after they, without fail, asked “are they all yours?” when my 4 were all < 6. You WILL INDEED miss those days once they’re gone. What a difference a decade makes.
I’ll try & get a face tomorrow. She knew I was taking her picture and did not even participate one bit. Granted, we were all supposed to be praying…but still.
…on one of our crazier U-turn marathons trying to get barbeque and go home today after VBS:
So…how homesick am I???
Time for a change. Water under the bridge and all that. Still love all my MI peeps, tho. Hello facebook friends!
Yay! Pictures! After mucho macho and pre/barely teen pseudo angst, the 3 Big Ones are “helping” at VBS and BabyKid is joyfully participating with the other 3rd grade boys.
Whitney assists in the craft room.
Bo at the tippity top of the playset. Where else to partake of snack?
Poor 3rd born…memory full on camera. We’ll get her in tomorrow.
Last night at the Summer Palooza (aka “VBS by any other name”) Whitney found out what you get for playing no game: 1/2 snow cone. If this makes no sense, go to www.brianregan.com and buy one of everything.
OK what is this fresh new pain? Molly Ringwald is the MOM in a teeneybopper movie? Gag me with a spoon.
My brain is remembering in the crazy order of disorganized unpacking. Our very first mail was BabyKid’s first little league baseball pictures! Aren’t they cute? (Pretend you can see his long-hair-hanging-out-the-bottom-of-his-Orioles-cap-and-baseball-bat-over-the-shoulder pose until I scan and attach).