Oscar Stew

Hup two three four! Keep it up two three four! The end is in sight for our review of all our summer adventures. We honestly don’t have that much left! It won’t all be done after this post, but soon after that! Or after that…

Aunt Kristy is a certified official professional guaranteed swim instructor. So OF COURSE the kids got swimming lessons while we were in St. Geezer…But they weren’t free!

Swimming lessons for babies includes blowing bubbles in the water. Show Emily how it’s done Eleanor!

Bin-shark took the bubble blowing to an all new level when she started stalking her prey…  Or maybe she needs a few more swimming lessons under her belt.

Nice to see ya Drew! We were wondering when you were going to come up from the bottom of the pool. Diving sticks are fun!

The Bin-shark must’ve found the chum she was looking for. Look at those teeth! And two dorsal fins!

Do you remember your first time in water that was deeper than you were tall? I wonder if Rowan will?

Eventually (it took quite a while) all the kids were waterlogged and it was time to move on to another fun activity. My Mom had her birthday while we were in town, so I turned the kids loose in the dollar store. They even picked out their own cards!  Rowan chose her Mexican twin Dora, of course. At first my mom just thought it was cute…

But as she opened each card she found out it was a lot funnier than she thought! This was Drew’s card! HA! 

We had her rolling pretty good…and we hadn’t even gotten to the “presents” yet!

That’s the whole “Happy Birthday” song written out on Brinley’s belated b-day card:

(I’m not too sure where Brinley’s cell phone and car keys are either. Hopefully they are lost for at least 10 more years…)

Yeesh, a Grandmas’ birthday presents wrapped in the obituary section? Kinda dark, don’t you think? 

Rowan was pretty excited about the “pink duck” she got for Grandma. At this point Kristy couldn’t hold it in any longer…

Those are the longest legs I’ve ever seen on a duck.

Down at the Crooked Crockpot they have plenty more to do than just eat. For example: Grandpa taught Brinley how to beat him at checkers!

Here’s the frosting on the cake of funny…The kids each picked out a balloon for Grandma and we delivered them to her work.  What a variety: Princess, Happy B-day, Get Well, and (my favorite) It’s a boy! Bwaahahahaha! Congratulations or condolences!?

‘Nother day, ‘nother trip to go hang with friends. We headed up to my friend Maegan’s place to enjoy the evening together. I don’t think Rowan is enjoying Brinley crowding in on her ride, however.

Drew was a bit jealous of Maegan’s boys’ summer-hawks. But Eleanor was furious!

Maegan fed us well, and we were off to another adventure. We can’t go anywhere without finding some letterboxes. Turns out St. Gramps has a nice collection and we were able to make a few finds. I’m not really sure what’s going on in this photo, but I know Rowan is happy! Check out those full bellies!

I’m really glad you’re excited too, Ellie. I’m just not excited that you are holding broken glass…

Uh-oh. This is a common side effect of letterboxing. Road rash is inevitable.

This is a rare pic here. You might wanna right click and save this, it could be worth millions at an antique art auction someday. Why? Because nobody is looking at the camera EXCEPT for Brinley!

Ouch. Poor Roastie. You shouldn’t pick fights with rocks. I bet Dora-themed band-aids will make it all better, right?!

On to the next adventure! Or soon after that!