Where even Ben (in the orange shirt there) who can't stand to be drug away from the house for anything, loved it.
Finally, an activity that the boys haven't quite mastered ahead of the girls.
I watched. My back hurt just looking at them, I thought.
Then we returned home and I had a 102 degree fever. I went to bed at 6 pm and was there until 8 am the next morning in various states of feeling like I had actually strapped on the skates and pummeled myself. Bleh.
It was a little chilly in the woods, but we trouped out for some fireworks.
In our shorts.
And went through about a gross of sparklers.
Then we stayed up and watched the new year arrive flipping between the national coverage and the local coverage. The local coverage was, well, local. They didn't realize that we had arrived to the countdown until about seven...
(That creek is normally dry and that creek does not flow over the land bridge, it usually flows under during wet weather. Let's say we had some rain. Meanwhile, the girls hut over there held during the storm.
And they brought me flowers they found around here.
And we rested with the dog and watched movies.
And it was perfect.
I even took a bath or two.
At the end of one in the kids bathroom, I told Patric, "There are 8 lightbulbs out in the kids' bathroom."
Look at those rods and reels all organized on the wall back there. Believe it or not, cleaning out the garage was one of the best things to happen over the break, during which we stayed home, accomplished a few things, and hung out with the kids for a week without hanging on work too much.
The air hockey table--free from a friend who was cleaning out her own garage.