Kickin' it

This is how we kick it every July 4th.
 It always involves food.


And if you happen to be done with your own, then go ahead and climb all over the tables and eat everyone elses's. Who teaches these kids manners any ways?

We play in the creek.

Or if we are little and really scared because we fell into the freezing cold water, then we play beside the creek.

We hang with Dad. 

We try to avoid Mom and her camera. Sorry kiddos......

We try and document that we came as a group. This is always futile. WHATEVAH!!!!

Bubba isn't even trying to hide the fact that he does not want a photo taken. Princess Pea is just mad I am not holding her. The Tankster is still not used to my camera. Miss M looks half alive. She was sick the entire weekend and was a trooper. The rest, well, who knows.... Sweet K  at least tried.
We get up the next day dress in our red, white, and blue.  We head into Heber and camp out on the High School baseball feilds and play. We make lots of new friends, and watch the fireworks right above our heads and listen as the sound bounces off the canyon walls. Nothing beats it!!
Nothing beats having  Dad around full time even if it is temporary.

OK, OK, here's one for all of you who keep bugging me about being invisible. I do go on vacation with my family and it is documented copliments of Miss M. I just don't post it.

HAPPY 4th OF JULY!!!!