Wednesday, July 24, 2013

July


The boys camped in the backyard this weekend.  If you look closely, a piece of the fire blew into Easton's lap and burned a hole through his shorts and his manhood.  (unfortunately he wasn't wearing underwear).  Poor kid.


The twins hiding under Cache's bed.


We went camping at our all-time favorite site in Virginia Beach - First Landing State Park.
Aside from the major rain storms (which required a trip to home depot to cover the tent) and David's kidney stone (and subsequent need to leave a day early)...we still managed to enjoy the trip.



99% of all trips revolve around some type of creatures.  
The beach was loaded with sand crabs and the water with minnows.  










Xander loves to sing songs up close and personal.









The campsites are only 50 yards from the boardwalk to the beach.  


Trying to stay dry during a 5 hour major downpour!








As David stayed in bed on major pain killers when we got home, I unloaded the wet, dirty, massive amounts of camping gear and proceeded to clean everything up.  It took literally all day.  After the rain jackets were clean I threw them downstairs to hang up later.  Later, I spotted David go to the pile, pick up his jacket and hang it up (not giving the other jackets in the pile a second thought).  The question is...is he golden for picking up his own jacket, or completely clueless for leaving all the others?


Declan takes forever to go to the bathroom.  Since he can't read a magazine yet, I usually give him something to help occupy his time.  Today's toy a choice...handcuffs.


Declan likes to pull up his shorts like Steve Urkel.  Maybe it keeps him warmer when he has no shirt on. 


Liquid watercolor.  A classic art activity.


A typical day at the table.  The boys are waiting for breakfast...watching tv.  It is pretty typical that at least one kid is sitting on the table and another is standing.  


Favorite breakfast...homemade chocolate chip pancakes with buttermilk syrup.


Kensley, our 11 year old mothers helper has even learned the art of holding twins.  


I tried to tell him the twins were too young for Jenga.  Oh well...