We came home to 100 degree heat, one lonely cat, 13 thousand loads of laundry, one spoiled dog thanks Janice and Garry, and one busted computer!
Well, needless to say it is fixed now thanks to my schmucko Jimbo. So of course I run for the camera to revew the priceless photos snapped of our lovely trip composing a blog post in my head and then I look at the tiny window on the camera and it mocks me - 242 pictures. 242 what? When did that happen? So here I sit looking at picture after picture after picture wondering how will I choose what to post.
So, I will start from the beginning and go as far as I can or until DJ wakes up!
PAPA'S POOL!
My dad and Sarah cooling off in the summer sun
Popsicle in the pool - they just taste better that way!
DJ's first swim!I know the picture is a little dark but when you are as pasty
white as we are you stay in the shade as much
as possible I mean really, do I want more freckles?
Don't you think he looks a little like motivational speaker Matt Foley?Maybe when he grows up he will live in a VAN down by the river!
or say things like "that and a nickel will get you a nice hot cup of JACK-SQUAT!"
A mother can dream
Bridger flying high on the tramp.This kid never stopped.
Every minuet of everyday he was either talking, singing,
jumping, acting like a gangsta and even river dancing?!?
Makes me want to be 9 years old again
I am just going to say it. Have you ever seen a cuter pair of butt-cheeks?And with that one I am going to say this is the end of this post (get it?).
Stay tuned - Lagoon is next!
