Summer Weekend

For whatever reason, the four of us haven’t been home together for a whole weekend since I don’t remember when.

Actually, since April to be exact.

Anywho, this weekend we soaked up our time together.

And did lots of boyish things.  Cuz that’s what families with two little boys do.  Even though the mother sometimes gets grossed out or scared of things those little boys pick up.

Even so, no manis or pedis or shopping.  Just lots of good old outdoor stuff.  That’s all.

And when we couldn’t be outside, we camped out inside.

Play hard.  Sleep hard.  That’s how I like em.

3 days, 253 photos later

And that can only mean we spent the weekend with the cousins. 

 

And so we did a lot of cousin-y things

Like celebrating this cutie pie who is almost two

And then we did some more boyish things

Like wrestling

And catching turtles

And roasting marshmallows…

and telling ghost stories.

(Oh, and Henry, since you weren’t there, somebody might have scared the boys into thinking you are going to kill them in Mexico.  Sorry.) 

And of course they bathed.

This counts, right?

Thanks to the parents for hosting all of the crazy.

He didn’t have permission

But he went ahead and grew up anyway. 

Right before my eyes.  The nerve.

And there it is in black and white, his first diploma. 

So what’s that all over his face, you say. 

Well, for some reason the class celebrated the graduation with a Luau. They had beach balls and leis and all that jazz, and some pretty phenomenal face painting.

Yes, I’m a little smitten with that pirate of mine.

Cash got to enjoy the party, too.  But at some point in time, he got a little fussy about something.  I can’t remember what.  I was too busy taking pictures of his temper tantrum. 

Could I please love his fits-of-rage any more? 

He crosses his arms and goes silent.  Love. It.

Oh boys, just can’t get enough of them.