We attempted to highlight hair using Kool-Aid. Unfortunately their hair is too dark for it to really work. Attempt #2 produced better results, but only Vicki had the patience for that. Next time I think we'll go all-out, and we'll sleep with the color in. That should do it, I think.
At the end of each swimming lesson, Ellie's class gets to do jumps. She loves to make the teachers back up really far and then jump in and "swim" to them. She is the reason we are still paying for swimming lessons. No fear at all.
One of our favorite computer games. They were creating their own Rube Goldberg machine, invovling balloons, cannons, ropes, pulleys, guns, trampolines, and one very freaked-out cat.
The cards Vicki sent to her grandparents from camp. I had no idea there were minimum size standards for mailing cards. Why does Target sell these if they can't be mailed? How stupid is that? Grrrrr...
So, Grandmas & Grandpas, Vicki did write you. Here is the proof. We'll put them in acceptable envelopes and you'll get them eventually.
This is the back of our awesomely cute elephant tent, which the younger girls set up in the playroom to sleep in while Vicki is away at camp. However, apparently it's too crowded for both of them to sleep in there, and they're used to having someone else in the room with them so neither of them will sleep in it alone. Right now they're both asleep on the floor in the bedroom. We have such weird kids.
Yes, that is snow in the background. And yes, he is no longer holding the rope. Chris did this, too, but as he did it not in a wetsuit, but in his underwear, I'm choosing to not post a picture of that. You're welcome.
My nephew, Gavin. He's the first boy cousin for my girls. We met him for the first time today and decided unanimously that he's a keeper. Good job, Rob & Reb.
We went to the Josh Ritter concert tonight, and stupid me left the camera at home. I'll never be able to forgive myself. I hadn't taken any pictures all day because I planned to take some at the concert, so this was all I had the energy for when we got home at a quarter to midnight. The bags packed and (mostly) ready to go on our 12-hour road trip.