First let me apologize for waiting to post the last few weekends' worth of events for your enjoyment. I'm living a life, here, get off my back. Haha, I love being snarky with the few readers that come to this wasteland of the mundane.
There have been many firsts in the last few weeks, and I think 99% of them were fun firsts, like the first time we went to Georgetown Lake (great first), first time taking the kids to the new Heights water park (also a really fun first), first time making a DIY dress from Pinterest (fun, easy, and way cute). I'm failing to think of a first that hasn't been fun since the summer began, but I'm finding it difficult at the moment.
So Georgetown Lake was... awesome. Amazeballs, if you will. We ate, swam, boated, ate more, drank, sang, boated, slept in a woodshed-cabin that was surprisingly comfortable for a family of 4. Here is a brief picture recap.
It's a thing of beauty, this here lake
The deck was enormous and extremely safe. Perfect for Colter "The Tornado" Swan.
Our beautiful view from the deck
The dock below the deck, along with some of our "crew"
I love this picture of Morgan and I. Love. It. Happy birthday, bestie.
Our little slice of heaven (aka the woodshed-cabin)
You can't really tell in this photo, but the steam coming off the water in the morning is gorgeous.
Elora and daddy heading out for a tube ride... she loooooved tubin', now she knows all the hand signals (especially the heavy metal devil horns, that means you're having a good ride, apparently)
A view of the mountains from the end of the dock
See that stud out there wakeboarding? That is my stud, thank you very much.
Between the tree and the feeder is a little hummingbird. If you squint you can't miss it.
So we got home from Georgetown Lake and the following weekend was my mom's family's reunion in Colstrip. My mom is the youngest of six kids from an Irish Catholic family. If guilt were gravy they wouldn't have enough gravy boats to go around. The differences between our branch of the family tree (as in my mother and her offspring compared to my other aunt/uncles and cousins) is best illustrated by the following conversation between my cousin and I regarding karaoke:
Cousin: We thought about bringing the karaoke machine but didn't think anyone would sing.
Me: I would have totally rocked the karaoke machine, maybe sing some Meatloaf or "Ballroom Blitz" (goes on to sing a verse into an imaginary microphone I grip with both hands)
Cousin: I was thinking more like "Angel of the Morning" would be more my speed.
That sums it up folks. My family is Ballroom Blitz. My mother's family can only be described as "Angel of the Morning". That concludes the illustration of that lesson.
This picture is of my mom's family, probably in the mid to late 60's based on the tie and my aunt's beehive. The three gentleman on the left are my uncles Dirk, Dallas and Danny Joe, then my grandma Mary Alice and grandpa Jack, with Debbie on the right, then my uncle Donovan is on the bottom besides an oddly-Elora looking Darla. They share a grin, I found out.
So after the conclusion of the family reunion we returned home to prepare for an invasion of awesome. Bestie Jen from the West Coast returned last Thursday, bearing only the gift of her smile and her pleasant company. But I think I'm going to save the Jen photographs until after a barbecue we are attending in her honor on Friday night. I love that her visits are like their own meteor shower. Unlike the actual meteor shower last night, I never miss one of her visits.
I'm off to bed, but I've been meaning to get a blog up for a while, so I'm happy I could get one monkey on my back.
Stay tuned for Elora's first day of school pictures. My little lady starts next week!
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