camp

Over the weekend, Roman had the opportunity to go to Scout Camp with Weston for two nights. Here's the recap of the whole trip, told to me by Weston: Roman really liked the juice that was served there and consequently had to "water the weeds" a few times, he saw five chipmunks, didn't get to bed until at least ten both nights, and petted two snakes.

It's no wonder where that smile came from in the picture.

independence

Independence Day this year for me meant:

-hanging out with family from all over and loving every minute of it,

-watching Brooklyn and Roman hesitantly try the water slide for the first time and gaining confidence in their new skill,



-getting Famous Square Ice Cream and laughing hysterically watching Greggory lick the cone all by himself as his feet are getting soaked with icecream rain,

-and then being astonished that he can actually finish a Famous Square Ice Cream cone all by himself.



-hiking in the mountains and finding a lizard for Roman and Greggory to try and catch,



-watching my one year old pitch a baseball to my three year old and thinking, wow, he's actually pretty good,

-watching fireworks with my family and remembering that last year Roman was so scared of the fireworks and this year he can't get enough.



-and finally, realizing how independent my children are getting and thinking that is a little bit sad. In a good way.