Dog Days of Summer?

Wanna know what we do in the summer time?

So do we.

Look at our poor baffled Kaelster, wondering when he can break out his swimming suit. :) Here it is - hours away from June... already - and we have yet to go to a single splash park because a couple of partly sunny days with a whopping high of 70 degrees has been our peak and those were just two random days sandwiched between a bunch of rainy, cold ones. A fact that is making me sound almost grumpy.

Not flattering...

So, we improvise and we play in the hose when it is 60-something and then we run into the house to a warm bath to avert turning purple and numb.

Ah well, these little monsters of ours don't seem to mind a bit.

Nor do they mind that we skipped a trip to our beloved hide-away this weekend to plant flowers and tend to some chaotic drawers and a few other odds and ends on our "to-do list".

They were big helpers.

And they rarely sat down on the job except for the occasional juice break when they got plastered with another layer of sunscreen or mud.

And their beloved pup was obviously pleased with the fact that we stayed home and played in the yard with him and his big block head.

'Tis the simple things, eh?