Sam left early Thursday afternoon to take the kids camping. He did it all--prepared the food, packed the jeep with the gear, kid's clothes, etc. I am a huge fan of camping--as long as I don't have to go!
Ryan and I met my Aunt Pandy, cousin Kelly and her darling little girl, Bailey for lunch. Ryan and Bailey were born three weeks apart:
Bailey putting the moves on Ryan:
That afternoon, Ryan and I hit the outlets in Park City where I blew the wad at Hartstrings and Gap outlet. We then enjoyed dinner at McDonald's. I eat at Micky D's a lot with all three of my kids but somehow it feels trashier when it is just you and an toddler enjoying a ten piece nugget and fries.
Saturday morning we headed out to the East Millcreek parade. Every year my mom and 90-year-old Grandpa build a float for the kids to ride. My brother Rex and his kids were in town and they rode with us.
My dad bought these babies just for the parade!
My cute grandpa--he is a WWII vet and survived the Bataan Death March. He got to ride in a convertible during the parade:
Sammie petted every dog in the vicinity:
We came home and Luke and Sam played the wii for about 5 hours straight, (which thrilled me--let me tell you--that is another post.) Finally, we went up to my mom's for a BBQ.
My mom goes all out on the food. Ashley don't be jealous. Even the jello was all pimped out:
I love this picture of Sam laughing and probably telling a lewd joke:
Ryan got dirty at dinner and we pulled his shirt off. This is where things really go white trash:
My brother Rex pulled out the fireworks. We got in a debate about whether firecrackers are trashy or not. I just loathe those big stands they put up in parking lots with all the fireworks. I especially hate the idea of driving to Wyoming to bring home the big daddies. So hessian. Anyway, I digress.
Rex light'n it up:
Rex admiring his handiwork:
The kids in awe:
Of course, the sparklers. Miraculously, no one got burned this year:
It went downhill from here. We headed out to see fireworks and waited and waited and waited. Finally at 10:20, we left and went home. The kids were exhausted. Can't wait for next year!