Spend our weekend, spend our weekend.
Come'on, sing along.
Because, when Monday morning comes and we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, we'll be wishing for the weekend again.
We have the good fortune of living about 15 minutes from my aunt, uncle and cousins. They live together in the sort of extended family arrangement most of us only dream about. Father, mother, daughter, husband, two boys, three dogs, I don't know how many cats, two trampolines, pool and hot tub, gourmet kitchen, garden, pond, tractor. Need I say more? As my sons says, "This house is humongous!" 5000 square feet to be exact. Plenty of room for all of us to eat, drink, and be merry, which we do about once a month, thanks to my family's gracious hospitality.
Aidan made foam necklaces.
Avery made lanyards while taking a break from the pool.
Some of us read.
My mom finished a beautiful shawl for her trip to Italy.
My dad built a shelf for the kitchen.
My aunt made a rhubarb cake using a recipe from her high school home economics cookbook.
This is the way my children look, children look, children look. This is the way my children look when they're tired of me taking pictures. Lucky for them my memory card was full and my battery died a slow, painful death. No, it was me who was in painful agony as I reluctantly put my camera away and joined the party sans lens. I needed both hands to drink my margarita anyways. Until next time...