Here are some pictures from our day trip to Fantasy Lake on July 3rd.  It was hot, but not as humid as normal.  The water park wasn't crowded at all.  A good time was had by all. 

 I changed this one to black and white because of my sunburn.

When Wild Thing came alone, we discovered that he was a strict thumb man. No pacifier would pass his lips and how dare you even suggest such a thing. Fortunately, he quit thumb sucking as his teeth came in.

Now we move on to Sweetie. Sweetie was a die hard bop addict. She even went so far as to call her pacifiers “Bop Bop” rather than Bop to indicate the strength of her affection. But when Sweetie turned two, it was time to phase out Bop Bop. We started only allowing bop at nap time, bedtime, and on really long trips. Somehow she would manage to find a bop, no matter how many I took away. I am convinced that there is a layer of pacifiers buried in the strata of junk in this house.

But last Sunday, the last bop mysteriously disappeared. I don't know where any are. We had 4 last week. Anyway, I have put Sweetie to bed bopless for the past 3 nights. Guess what? She sleeps just as well without it. She doesn't need it anymore.

Oh, she looks longingly at pictures of babies happily sucking their pacifiers and says “Baby Bop Bop. Me Bop Bop?”

I reply “No Sweetie, bop bop is gone. I can't find it.”

Sweetie says “All wite.”

My baby is growing up.

We had a fairly uneventful holiday.  The Historians family didn't meet at all due to work schedules, family obligations, and a minor surgery.  My family put off Thanksgiving until Saturday because that was the only day when everyone could get together. 

So Thursday and Friday passed quietly.  Saturday morning I awoke to Sweetie coughing and then crying.  I went to get her.  Wild Thing met me and said "I threw up in my bed."  I sent him to stand in the bathtub.  I went into Sweetie's room.  Guess what?  She threw up in her bed too.  I woke the Historian.  He tended to the baths.  I worked on cleaning up the messes (by the way, my dryer hasn't worked since October) and spraying all surfaces with disinfectant.  The Crafter stayed in her room with the door closed.  She has a hair trigger gag reflex and the smell would have sent her over the edge.  I called my Mom and told her that we wouldn't be taking our germs to her house.

Sweetie and Wild Thing recovered quickly.  By early afternoon the only sign of the event was a mountain of clean, wet clothes.  My Mom called to check on the kids.  We decided to go to her house on Sunday for leftovers.  We skipped church and went for a nice, simple meal.  We had a good visit with my parents, my grandmother, my uncle, and one of my cousins.  The only thing I really missed was seeing my sister.