Since there's no way to make it all the way home for the 4th of July, I drove out to my brother's in Kentucky last weekend for a quick mini family reunion.
I got in late Saturday evening. Bonnie got in even later after flying from Salt Lake to Philadelphia to Cincinnati with two kids and a bag. The two kids made it to Cincinnati with her, but the bag didn't. (More on that in a bit.)
We all collapsed in a tired heap on two air mattresses a little after midnight.
At dawn the next morning, I woke Bonnie up by poking her in the arm relentlessly (per standard youngest sister protocol). Meanwhile on the next air mattress over, unbeknownst to me, Bonnie's daughter Natalie was waking up her sister Lauren by poking her in the arm relentlessly (also per standard youngest sister protocol).
Natalie proceeded to get tragically stuck between the air beds.
Welcome to Sunday morning, kid.
Then we ate breakfast and smiled cheesy smiles.
Did some crafts and smiled cheesy smiles.
Ford stood next to his daughter, Melanie, and they smiled cheesy smiles.
Then Melanie had a startling growth spurt.
It was really rather disconcerting for all parties involved.
Then we had some quality girly time and smiled cheesy smiles.
Then the dog licked the floor. A lot.
Bonnie's daughters discovered the wonders of a high-powered fan.
Okay, fine, I discovered the wonders of a high-powered fan, too.
Then we jumped on the trampoline and smiled cheesy smiles.
Wait a second. What's that shirt Bonnie's wearing?
Could it be the oddball thing she got stuck with because she lost her luggage and had to borrow a shirt from me? coolest shirt on the planet, which she wants to wear every day from now on?
Then we had more girly time and Bonnie braided my hair with a serene look on her face.
Until the braiding got difficult, at which point she flexed her beefy biceps
and exacted her revenge finished the styling job, unfazed.
And then the dog licked the floor some more.
Seriously, should we get that dog some help?
Your nieces are adorable!
ReplyDeleteThat dog...um...yeah...does it have a vitamin deficiency or something?
I'm laughing so hard. I miss you girls so much!!!
ReplyDeleteWell if you wouldn't mop with bacon... ;)
ReplyDeleteYes, Berry. You are absolutely correct: The way to reel in an intelligent, kind man with irretrievably monogamous tendencies is to don a shirt that encourages casual, backwoods encounters. Good call!
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't have to be *that* kind of lucky. I was interpreting it more like:
Delete"My, what nice weather we're having in Kentucky today. How fortunate!"
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"Luckily, the dog already licked the floor clean, so we don't have to sweep or mop. Good thing, too, since we've run out of Bacon-flavored Mop 'n Glo."