Wednesday, July 7, 2010

packed it all in

In the four days we were gone, we jammed almost all that is humanly possible in those few days. So buckle-up, buttercup! It's going to be a bumpy ride.

On Friday, I was able to hold two newborns in less than 24 hours. One is a friend's, the other the newest member of the Maytribe. Both are the darlingest ((new word!)) little baby girls ever.

My oldest turned seven years old. Seven! And the poor kid still hasn't grown in his front two teeth he knocked out when he was a wee lad of 3 1/2 years old. Someday he'll be able to eat corn on the cob again.

We drove north until we arrived at our bff's. We met and fell in love with them long, long ago when they had one babe, and we had two. And look what happens in about four years.

And there is one on the way. NO! Not from my womb, from the other adult female in the group.

Throw in a quick trip to IKEA, a stop at the cousins, then back to my Mom's for the birthday party of the birthday boy. He's seven, you know.

The birthday boy and his Dad took some birthday money and went up to the Rez to buy some fireworks. I stayed behind, so no pictures of the hundreds of Indian firework stands.

Fourth of July consisted of going to church then a forced nap for the kids so as to avoid any meltdowns later in the evening during the blowing up of fireworks.

Usually the 4th is a pretty big deal around the Smith House. But with the upcoming, ginormous family reunion coming up in about 2 weeks, numbers were few. Very few. But did that stop us from having fun blowing things up? Heck, no!

Smoke bombs were lit.

Snakes were let loose.

The annual Tank War was held with many causalities on both sides.

Children's eyes reflected the light of patriotism all night long.

And then it was over.

To end on a flat note, we had dentist appointments yesterday and then came home.

The End.