Disclaimer: If you don’t tune in to see pictures of my obnoxiously adorable children, then bail out now. Consider that your warning.

Last weekend we continued our mission to extend summer as far as possible. We’ve heard about  EB Rains Park and decided we had better get out hiney’s over there before they shut down for the season. We were after the paddle boats, which Drew called “bike boats” – how appropriate! I don’t know why it took us three years to discover this place, it was awesome!

First mate Drew, ready to cast off. Arrrr!

Deckhand Brinley, always ready to monitor the snacks. Aye aye!

Rowan & I went ashore for a moment to capture this photo of the USS Webster Lake #8.

Drew’s legs were just long enough to help Daddy pedal if he sat on the end of the seat. Note his sandals are on the wrong feet. One of the many ways he expresses his individuality…

Every once in a (great) while Ryan can take a decent picture. I was pleasantly surprised when I found this gem, not only because decent pictures of me are hard to come by, but also because he managed to focus and get the exposure right! Yay for Ryan – even a blind dog can find a bone sometimes! Heee…I have to tease him.

Brinley was sure that we were at Lake Powell. Well if a paddleboat and life jacket is all takes…

What fun would a boat ride be if you didn’t get to hang your feet in the water?

When we finally reached dry land we headed to the playground where D&B went from sailors to astronauts.

Oh Summertime, we miss you already.

Rowan says she prefers her swing at home. Maybe because it plays music?

Or maybe she was freaked out by the swing monster.

Brinley dubbed this the “Girls only swing.”

Rowan was such a trooper, she loves the sling – it’s the easiest way to pack her around with me and still feel involved in what everyone else is doing. She is happy as long as she has her hands to chew on. yum!

The day couldn’t end without a small tragedy. Brinley got a little too close to the edge of the water and slipped right in. “Oopsie Daisy” she said after she calmed down.

Since her pasty white flesh was now wet and smelled like pond scum, it was time to high-tail it out of there. The mosquitos were hot on her trail.