Summer Decoded...

Let's begin with splash pads.

As before mentioned, my boys are professional splash parkers.

If ever there was an Olympic event... we would totally qualify.

We pretty much rock all water...

Except swim lessons for Dax who has showed his true stubborn side and is STILL trying to convince his teacher that he should be in "Kael & Alli's" class and that his teacher is really Miss Aubrey.

Little turkey.

Anyway, bless you swimming pools & splash pads.  And on dry years like this one, I promise, I don't take you for granted... I watch weather reports and reservoir percentages.  I'm an eighty-year-old man on a rocking chair overlooking a field with a mason jar of goodness in hand... 

At least at heart.  :)

Sun... 

Just look at those little tan muscley bods?

I swoon.

Snacks...

As if I needed to point these out.  Do note the Dorito/Cheeto faces of ever tiny little face.  This summer stuff brings out the porker in all of us.

Cousins...

Time with cousins is like the stuff that summer bucket lists are made of.  There are six little boys all within two years time that were kickin' it together last week.  And let me tell you, it was magical, if not a tiny bit exhausting.

Show & Tell with Grandma...

Listen, my kids must be able to sense this woman's endless fountain of patience and they test it every time they see her.  Yacking her to death about any and everything, asking her for a million suckers which she produces like a sweet Grandma.

She's a saint.

Did I mention water?  In the form of rivers, fountains, pools, streams, puddles, sprinklers, hoses...

OK, OK... Water.

Air Conditioning... 

They seem to be in tune with their internal thermometers and after a few hours of constant action outside in the sun, they call a truce and head in for some Mickey or Daniel Tiger in the cool house.  And there they stand, Tic Tac Toe, as usual.

And that is summer decoded to this point in time.  

P.S. Is anyone else dying that we are in our last week of June?

Stop It... 

JULY?

Sheesh.