Mark's parents and sister were here for the weekend. They pulled into the driveway Thursday afternoon an hour earlier than I thought they would, so I spent the rest of the weekend kicking dust bunnies underneath furniture and pretending the two full laundry baskets in the living room that I hadn't gotten around to putting away weren't actually there as a result of my laziness, but the latest in home decor.
We had a really good time and the kids were happy to spend time with Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Kim. Friday afternoon we went to the pool and hung out while the kids dove for quarters and beat each other with styrofoam noodles.



Ryerson and I played in the kiddie pool and I spent most of the time struggling with my bathing suit because Ryerson thought it would be "funny" to see how many times he had to pull down the bottom half of my bathing suit before I mooned the entire pool. The answer? Twenty-three. And yes, I did moon the entire pool. Twice.
Gage agreed to let me take his picture, but only if I let him eat his weight in the Rice Krispie Treats that Mark's mom brought with them. It was worth the sugar coma just to have a picture of him smiling, and this picture proves what I have been saying for years: we're going to have to beat the girls off with a stick when he's older.
Carter, on the other hand, loves having his picture taken.


We spent most of yesterday inside because it was raining, but luckily Mother Nature took the flagpole out of her butt long enough last night so that we could light fireworks.






Happy (belated) July 4th!
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