I’ve gotten bad at updating. We’ve been keeping busy this summer and I haven’t made the time to blog. This week D is in Vacation Bible School at a church down the road. Today was crazy hair day.


I told her it looked more like crazy face day to me. Apparently she’s trying to go the extra mile.
My plan was to drop D off at VBS, feed C breakfast, then meet my mom’s group at the park.
But this happened while I was making breakfast.

Out of the blue, C went into full-blown melt down mode. He was so upset, he didn’t even notice I had made his eggs and toast and had set the plate down on the table. J and I looked at this face for 50 minutes. We missed our play-date at the park too.
Luckily, C found a stale cheese ball under the couch cushions. Seeing the cheese ball made him remember the reason for the meltdown.
He was hungry!
He went into the kitchen, found the plate of cold eggs and toast and gobbled it all up. Never mind the countless times I tried to show him the plate of food during the meltdown. Anyway, he has been very happy since he ate breakfast.
After lunch we went to a nearby splash park.

See the pond off to the right? Here’s a better picture of the pond. It’s behind the splash pad.

Pretty, isn’t it?
This splash pad is kind of tricky. The water runs for a bit then it shuts off. The kids have to turn the water back on by rubbing these things. Here is D rubbing one of the things.

There were two of these, one on each end of the splash pad. The secret to getting the water to come back on is someone has to be rubbing both these things at the same time. If you are the only person at the splash pad, you are so out of luck.
And the water doesn’t come on right away.
You’ve got to really rub these things to get that water back on so it stays on.
Remember the pretty pond? Whenever the water would turn off C would try to make a run for it to the pond.
Here is J having fun at the pad.

And C

And now D
At the pad, D made some friends. They were sisters. D said she thinks the family had 4 kids.
I said, “Four is a lot of children.”
D said, “It’s only one more than 3. I think we could do 4.”
I love how she says it like her opinion counts.