Our Father's Day

The day began with work around the folks' house.

Mower Races


More Wood


Zander's been shadowing Uncle Earl....and figures he can do this too.

Jared began to feel bad. Stacia was out of sorts, as was I. We went to the trailer and took naps....sort of. Stacia talked in my ear for 1 1/2 hours while I tried...and Jared stayed down for the day. The rest of us had reservations at the Beach Comber for dinner. Our van load showed up early so we took advantage of the location of the restaurant.



Looks like I have a couple of converts to the Ocean. ::snort::


Brothers


Sisters


Sisters


THIS one loves water of any kind.
She biffed. Face first...the wave caught her....and NOW our table is ready. ::snort::
At dinner we (Stacia and I) had several drink incidents. It became apparent who in the restaurant had raised children. ::snort:: One elderly gentlemen came up to Stacia as he left, knelt down and put his arm around her and said, "Part of being a little girl is to spill, don't feel bad." I thanked him - greatly. Rebecca (Mike's sister) took the folks home after dinner. Our family and Earl Jr went to play on another beach.


Stacia's makeshift outfit after the first biff....she's game to try again.

Choosing Joy!
©2009 D.R.G.

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Living all of life before the face of God...