Oh, Wednesday. What an education you gave us.
Not that we shouldn’t already have known not to try to mini-golf during naptime when it is 101 degrees. (Don’t let their smiles deceive you; we were miserable.)
Fading fast….I think she was on the ground by the second hole.
Giving up. Sara and I retreated into the AC’ed indoors with the girls while the boys trudged on. (We were very grateful that the proprietor refunded Sara, Tabitha, and my fares.)
Clever planning…there was a dairy barn (as in ice cream, not as in cows) right next to the course, so off we went for milkshakes and sundaes.
Home again, home again, time to cool off! Yea for Slip-n-Slides!
We finally made the kids come indoors to cool off, bribing them with Despicable Me and balloons.
So proud of Jim – he only got on the computer once all week! A real vacation! Who would have thought!
After-dinner fun. Sidewalk chalk on the deck, and an epic (if not unfair?) water balloon fight.
Then some hot tub fun as the sun went down…..finally.
And the most perfect fire. Ever. All set to roast campfire bananas. Which, according to Doug are “good.” (He added an adjective before good, but this is a G-rated blog. ;) ha!)
We were supposed to go to a local ranch for a hayride that night, but they ended up cancelling, and I think our improvised family fun night was just as great.
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