Father’s Day Weekend

Friday night of Father’s Day weekend we celebrated with my father-in-law. He’s an avid Diet Coke or Coke Zero guy, so I found these cute wrappers for a few sodas for him and a nice healthy snack.
 
Saturday we were at the Lake and I didn’t get any shots of my dad’s gift. He LOVES lemonade so we had a labor of love and squeezed about 25 lemons to make fresh squeezed lemonade for him, with strawberries. Yum.

Saturday we surprised Mr. Dunbar with boardshorts, an Itunes gift card, a new travel coffee mug and Dodger’s tickets. Prime tickets I might add.  My neighbor gave them to me, with Premier Parking. My Honda was hangin’ with all of the luxury vehicles.

Because I thought ahead we got a few shots before leaving the house.  

My favorite shot of the guys. 

And one decent one of my Sailor and I.

Before he got his normal “camera face” on.


Okay, back to Father’s Day. (After seeing all of these pictures I could kick myself for letting Mr. Dunbar talk me out of buying him a new hat.) He wants a new “B” hat, if anyone is interested in buying him one.

This is how close the field and players were to us. About 5 rows away.

Farmer John Dodger Dog. Yum! So not health food, but a staple item at a baseball game.
My new kicks and the cutest feet, that I love so much. (his not mine.)

Seriously look at how close we were. It was fabulous.

And here’s Bogie checking out where we’ll be sitting the next time we come to a game…

nose bleed seats.
Ha.

Happy Father’s Day, guys!

Go Blue!

~mrs. dunbar

Family at the Lake

One of my favorite memories as a child is speeding over open waters in my Uncle George’s boat. One by one, he’d let the kids gear up in the driver’s seat and put the ‘pedal to the metal’, darting over the waves. Freedom. Exhilaration. Excitement.

If you were a kid, when you weren’t on the boat, you were climbing trees and racing from point to point with all of your cousins. Somewhere in between stopping for snacks,  a soda if you were lucky, and then charging back out again. Dashing and splashing in the water, running in between the adults, and waiting for your turn on the boat.

Ah, those were the days.

Family lake days.

This past weekend a new generation of family spent the day at the Lake. We were like a bunch of first timers. We packed too much food and not enough shelter (or we did but the wind over took it half way through the day.)  I forgot to pack sweats for my family. We discovered ‘water shoes’ are worth every penny. And we remembered just how fun it is to get away with family, just because.


There was no boat this time, but there were jet skis, two of them and they were used pretty much every second of the day. Even most of the Littles went out.
 

Others decided to crash and catch a nap.

Or play at the beach.

The kids lounged in the raft for most of the afternoon.   

They even tried to turn the raft into a bed and take a siesta.

Water balloon fights were a highlight.

Only to be reminded of a few boundaries here and there.     

Sailor was passed from hand to hand, arm to arm all day long.


And this is where I signed off and put the camera away to enjoy the windy afternoon and watch my kids make some memories with all of their cousins.

~mrs. dunbar