For the weekend of the 24th, we trekked to my sister's after church for a BBQ. After dinner, ten grandkids piled into the bed of Ty's truck and delighted in the 1 block drive to a big field/park. One match lit a box of 30 parachutes for the kids to run and catch while screaming like their pants were on fire.
Best part of the night: All the kids were screaming and running all over Shandee's house. In an attempt to yell "Hey!" and "No!" my mom yelled, "Nay!" The rest of the evening was spent neighing like horses at her and laughing. It even made for a grin from gloomy Tom.
When we got home we set up the huge tent my dad had in his garage, unclaimed, and camped in the backyard. The kids almost died of good times. Camp stories, family prayer outside under the stars, and plenty of room to push Micah over from me all night. It was the worst night's sleep for me in a long time. I think I need a mattress pad under it...
The gals woke up happy and ready for breakfast in the wild and a swim in the lake...
That's right... we got a pool...








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