At the beginning of the summer my friend, Coralie, and I discussed ALL the opportunities we would have to play together over the summer.  “SO MANY DAYS TOGETHER” was the consensus.  The photos below are from the second of only two play times together.  Don’t you love it when a plan comes together. . . NOT.

The summer wrapped up with our dear friend, Mrs. Hough, taking each child to the pool for their own personal outing.  KB got to go first since she wasn’t at camp all day and didn’t have a cast.  She had a blast.

The second week found Little going to the pool.  She couldn’t stop talking about how she was going to go down the slide and float down the lazy river.  She had a blast and slept so very well that night. (I’m sure Julie did too!)

Bubba was supposed to go the next week and we woke up to take him to the orthopedist for a check up.  I prayed and prayed, “Lord, he has missed so many things this summer PLEASE allow him to get a waterproof cast today.”  His going swimming that night hinged on that 7:30AM appointment.  As you can see, the doctor changed the cast and Bubba had his turn in the chlorine.  He had such a great time.

This activity is a definite favorite for my kids.  I am shocked that they don’t ask why they don’t go more often; they just enjoy their trip with Mrs. Hough for what it is.  And when I ask them how they feel about our dear friend and her kindness I get a response like this. . .

You can tell a lot about a family by watching the changes in their costumes on Chick-fil-a appreciation day! This year we just wore the paper cow heads they handed out the day before. I just didn’t have the mental capacity to remember to get everything ready while entertaining my folks, etc. Funny thing is. . . we still got the exact same thing we would have gotten if we had worn cutesy cow tshirts. Note taken. Lesson learned.

Every since Bubba was four and chickened out on having his picture taken with the cow (no pun intended) he has been insistent that he try again. Here was his chance. A huge cow in the middle of the mall. How convenient.

Then there was the face painting. This gal hooked up all three children with adorable face creations and she actually was the only one who paid. . . she had to listen to non-stop children chatter.

Lady Butterflies. . .

Spiderman. . . this took days to wash off.
Anybody else think it is strange that so many of my kids’ childhood memories will involve Chick-fil-a?