The weather was perfect for days on the beach, afternoon games of "chicken," boat rides to the Marina, and jumping off the dock to catch the football. It doesn't get anymore American than that, does it?
Add a few trips around the lake with cousins on the tube, a trip to sand mountain (or two) and a game of king of the mountain on the raft and you can't ask for a better week. I think Miss A and Miss M were actually catching some real air when they jumped the dock, and Mr C was rethinking his decision not to play football this fall. That boy can catch a football when he wants too!
By the "real" fourth of July, we had water logged bodies, sunburned noses (under the eyes is so hard to get the right amount of sunscreen!) and I had nearly 400 pictures on my camera card to capture the moments.
Of course before we could call this holiday over, we had to take the customary photo with the 4th of July doll. Too bad Mr C is now to old to twist his arm into submission. Guess the fact that he's almost six feet tall means might have something to do with it. I still remember when the doll was bigger than him though. It was only yesterday.
We had a great long week, and stored up so many memories. Not the least of which is how soundly I beat everyone in Scatagories! I'm just saying.
Happy Birthday USA, we love our country.