Garage Sale Finds

A couple of weeks ago, the boys and I helped my Aunt Michele with a garage sale.

The boys love to work at garage sales--LOVE TO!

Henry is especially good at helping people find hidden treasures! I kept hearing him asking things like: "Is there anything I can help you with?" and "Have you seen this over here?"

He's a natural born salesman--and quite entertaining to listen to!

All the boys spent a lot of time perusing the goodies that they were suppose to be selling. Some of the stuff that they asked for was just ridiculous--really? a 20 year old manicure kit?

I started putting limits on what they could put in their take home pile.

They eventually just started hanging around Uncle Terry, who was more than happy to send them home with anything they could get their hands on.

Amongst their many treasures, they each ended up with a container of screws, washers, nails, other random little metal pieces.

I originally fought it, but really is was some good junk for Uncle Terry to send them home with. They have spent so much time in the garage creating new inventions with all those little bits!

I guess I just don't look at things the way boys do. Good think Uncle Terry was there!

Ben's Weekend at the Recovery Spa

Ben had knee surgery last Friday.

He tore his ACL during a soccer game about a month ago. (Unfortunately he didn't even make the awesome goal that he was going for!)

He spent the first couple of days of his recovery at his parent's house.

He wanted to "recover" without three noisy, crazy boys running in and out of the bedroom. In all reality, though, he just wanted to be pampered for a few days the way only his mom can!

I couldn't blame him!

Linda makes for a fabulous nurse!

The rest of us also enjoyed Ben's weekend at his parents. It meant we got to swim our little hearts out, while still keeping tabs on how he was doing!

He's back home now. Sadly, our house hasn't been nearly as spa-like as his mom's was. I just keep forgetting just how limited he is.

I feel bad!

Back from England

Gran and Papa, along with Brad, Gretchen, and the girls, came back from England last weekend.

We were missing them.

The boys were also anxious to see the goodies that they brought back for them--she always finds the most fabulous stuff!

We are all so glad that they are back.

I only wish their plane would have gotten in early enough for boys to met them at the airport when they came home! They would have loved that!

A Rainy Fourth

I love the 4th of July.

It's like the very best of summer all on one day!

This year was super wet and even a bit chilly, though. Strange, I know! I was a bit sad at first, but really I think the rain made it even more fun.

We went to the pancake feed/bike parade again this year. The boys did an awesome job of decorating their bikes and did so well riding in the parade. (I was nervous for Lucas. He hasn't been riding on two wheels for long, but he managed to not crash or run over anyone! I was proud!)

There weren't very many kids in the parade so everyone ended up with a prize. Lucas was the very last one to have his number drawn. Towards the end we couldn't help but laugh every time the number called wasn't his. He was a good sport about it, although he desperately wanted to win something! In the end, though, the last prize was probably the best!

The rain managed to stop soon enough for us to set off our fireworks. It was perfect, really.

It was a fun 4th, even without the summer weather, although next year I'm hoping to be able to hangout by the pool like normal!

Circus Carnival

I had a front row seat at a Circus/Carnival last night.

It was full of all sorts of death defying tricks. My favorites, however, were the fancy acrobatics at the end of the show!

(Ignore the grass. The grounds keeper has a bum knee.)

Josh Oliver's Hungry Nose

Last night Josh Oliver informed me that his nose had just eaten a piece of corn.

He was giggly, so I knew he was probably telling me what I thought he was telling me.

Ben got out the flashlight and sure enough there was a popcorn kernel stuck way, way up there.

Despite all the blowing we did, it wouldn't budge. After an hour or two of leaving it alone, it managed to get worked down past the bone. A couple of good blows and out it came.

I asked him if it tasted good, and he assured me that his nose thought it was yummy! Hopefully, his nose isn't going to start getting cravings for more things!