Busy Dad’s Day Weekend

The way to start off Father’s Day weekend is to have your dad come over and fix your washing machine that went on the fritz.  Friday night, that’s what we did. Only my dad had made plans with us but my mom had made plans with my brother and his family. Solution: everyone meet up at our house for dinner and washing machine fixing.
  Kids got in jammies and jumped and jumped and jumped. Only they had to jump on Bogie’s bed, which is about 8 inches off the ground. We don't need any more head injuries this month, or ever...


On Father’s Day we headed over to Papa and Grandma’s house. All of the cousins were there and the kids had a blast. There were water toys and more water toys.

My brother thought he was one of the kids and decided to show them how its done. He actually came outside wearing flippers and goggles which made all the kids scream hysterically.

There is just something magical about playing with your cousins. No pressure to get to know them. No pressure if they’ll like you. They just do. And when your 1, 2, 4, or almost 7 you play and play and play.

 

Then my other brother thought he’d show the kids how things are done.

Can I say Tidal Wave?

And everyone just sort of meandered around trying to stay out of the splash zone.

   

Mr. Dunbar was a little worn out already so he just supervised and relaxed.

 
   

And after almost 6 hours of playing this is how my boys ended up.

Bogie didn’t wake up until the this morning, he was just that wiped out.

So here’s to good father’s who will raise up another generation of honorable men.

~mrs. dunbar