Pray for us.
While we are very busy preparing for our impending doom and stockpiling our winter beer collection, we have also managed to cram quite a bit of fun into the three short months God grants us with above zero temps.
Fourth of July was spent at Nanny and Papa's cabin. Tyson learned how to paddle board and even took Lola for a ride which basically means he can pick up more chicks than Brad Pitt if he wanted to.
I'm keeping him away from Lake Calhoun until he's at least twenty.
Mila got stung twice on the face by a mosquito and woke up looking like this:
She was fine after a few doses of Benadryl, but I'm saving this picture to show all of her future boyfriends.
We also spent time tubing, swimming, fishing, and just generally enjoying the fact there wasn't ice on the lake.
We've taken the kids to hit balls a few times. They're basically the next Michelle Wie and Phil Mickelson. Which is basically another way of saying they haven't inherited any of their golfing skills from Mommy.
We went on a vacation to Wisconsin Dells with our neighbors. If you enjoy calm and patient children quietly behaving this vacation would be similar to your hell.
To be fair, parenting in general would be hell if you enjoy calm and patient children quietly behaving. Oddly enough our Wisconsin Dells trip is always my favorite part of summer. I guess my kids have broken me in.
We've made several trips to the Minnesota Zoo and gotten way more back than what we invested in our membership.
For example, Dan rode this camel on our anniversary. I'm fairly certain this also counts as him getting humped on our anniversary. Win/Win.
We've filled the rest of our time with water tables, long walks, puppet wagons and parks.
While I'll never be fully prepared to say goodbye to Summer and hello to shoveling, I feel pretty satisfied in knowing we have drank every last bit of sun and fun out of the season.