With friends passing through town and a roof cat

Snorkel girl

 

Camp Sunshine: Lemonade Stand Day

 

Pie in the face game

Playing "wedding guest"

 

Pool party

The Sunday Funnies

A character on tv was eating from a gigantic heaping pile of bacon.  Brian asked Dorothy, "Is she just eating bacon?" Dorothy replied, "I don't know the meats."

Dorothy complains about having to go on walks around the neighborhood with Brian and me.  I told her that we'll be able to leave her home alone while we walk around the block when she's 7.  She didn't like that idea.  "How about when I'm 10?" she suggested.  "10 is officially a different age."

Morning pool

Cake on the way

Dorothy and her friend drew a bed

Dorothy's painting of our backyard garden

 

Friends in our backyard & fireworks in the sky

 

The Sunday Funny

We were getting ready to have friends over to our patio, and Brian asked Dorothy to make signs for our trash and recycling buckets.  After drawing the recycling arrows for one bin, Dorothy moved on to the garbage, and asked, "So does trash have a technical symbol?"

Big weekend

It was obstacle course week at Camp Sunshine.

Willa slept over and brought her wonderous galaxy.

Ladies Liberty

Neighborhood 4th of July parade

The parade ended at the playground

Snow cones after the parade

And the goats from Dorothy's school who are summering with a teacher in our neighborhood showed up at our playground.

Stomp rockets for the win

Reading in bedhead

Popcorn and a movie

Expectant mamas

Flashback to Durham twins

The Sunday Funnies

I was watching a show that included a basketball game, and the team made the shot at the buzzer to win the game.  "How did they know she was going to make it?" Dorothy asked as the team celebrated and talked about the win.  "They didn't know," I answered.  As the script continued to discuss the win, she persisted, "But how did the people who wrote the show know that she was going to make that shot?"

Dorothy told me that she was either going to watch more t.v. now, or she wouldn't brush her teeth tomorrow.  "You're not allowed to threaten me," I reminded her.  "It's not exactly a threat, it's a choice," she said.

Out of the blue, Dorothy asked me, "Is money terrible?"  I wondered where she was getting this idea.  "No," I said.  "I mean, can you tear it?" she clarified