memorial day

I *would* count this as my unplug day but it was totally unplanned and I didn't post Jodie's cute unplug logo so I am going to do it again another day!


Because of some divine magic, we now have cable and a tv in our bedroom. Keep your tsking to yourselves -- this is very close to heaven in my mind. I can sit in my bed, with my laptop, and watch junk tv! I don't even have to watch Dora! Ahhh... I should have done this ages ago.


Anyway, this morning Jason let me sleep in. He woke me up by bringing me chocolate and banana crepes and coffee with chocolate raspberry creamer. You may recall this is my love language.


Then, he tuned the tv to some show called "Party Heat" -- it's like "Cops" on boats -- and my brain turned into warm chocolatey mush.


Then the children came storming upstairs with the tiny flags my mother had sent, asking when we could go to the parade. We dressed them hastily and set out in the wagon.

And when you're snapping pictures of this many whippersnappers, this *is* the good picture.

The parade was very dangerous. There were cannon/cannons/whatever is the plural of cannon and they were loud. My boys are afraid of loud noises. There were lots and lots of dogs, which have P apoplectic with terror, lately. There were horses, and their poop.

After the parade we were allowed to explore the firehouse, and then we headed home, where A had a lemonade stand that made $10, and learned to ride her bike without training wheels.

We planted a garden and played cornhole with the neighbors, and it sounds very juicy to write about it, now. Of course, the truth is that P spent most of the day inside, wailing through the screens because our neighbors' teeny tiny very low-key dog was outside. In his own yard. [Sigh.] And both P and Janey scraped their knees and elbows on the sidewalk at different times, and we all got sunburned, and Jason insisted on kicking a ball over the house again and again until he spilled my beer all over our table. It's 11:50 and my shirt is covered in blood (Jane's. Dried. From the sidewalk incident.) and my feet are dirty and I haven't showered yet.

But that's the beauty of blogging! I can omit those last few sentences and publish this to one of those cool blog printing sites, and have a lovely vignette of a summer day, or I can print it out itn it's entirety on paper that is already crinkled, in grey because our printer is nearly out of ink, and the paper will end up smeared with food and glitter glue and will be folded multipled times before it is finally stuck in an envelope for my daughters to read when their own children are this age, and it will be, still, a lovely vignette of a summer day.