When we packed up the car on July 1st, it signified more than vacation. It meant the beginning of the end of residency. Nathan could hardly believe his good fortune that a simple request to be off for the fourth turned into a week off, but then he remembered, this is what it’s supposed to be like your last year. AWESOMESAUCE. Instead of working 21 shifts in four weeks, he’ll now work about 15. Instead of searching for non-existent pumpkin patches (here in the midlands) come September, we’ll be boarding a direct flight to Honolulu for five weeks. And instead of enduring the Columbia “famously hot” summer next year, we’ll be packing up and moving on. The next eleven months are going to be nuts! Crazy and wonderful and once-of-a-lifetime, but nuts nonetheless.
With that said, we celebrated the week off at the lake (where else, right?). For the first time since we moved away, we were able to actually enjoy the spectacular fireworks show that Mom & Roger’s neighbors put on every year. We saw all sides of the family, we boated, we swam, we floated, we cooked, we ate, we bowled, we shopped… all the things that make our getaways so much fun. More than any of that, though, we listened to Little Big Town’s “Pontoon” song on serious repeat as if it were our anthem. If Nathan wouldn’t plug his ears and give me his “not one more time” face, I’d probably post the You Tube version right here and now. I doubt there’s a more quintessential summertime song, especially for us southerners, but I’ll refrain.
When we took the time to put on some clothes and shoes, we went bowling with Grammie & Paw Sims. It’s only right to point out that the Sims men are mighty competitive, and when it was suggested that the teams should be “guys against girls,” Grammie and I were more than ok with showing them what we were made of. Quick, like a band aid: *ahem-we-waxed-them-with-scores-like-173-ahem.* Poor, poor men folk.
Caroline and Tyler had an absolute blast, though. They also took it seriously… must run in the family.
(Little boy belt & undies showing… I die of cuteness.)
The day of the fourth, though, it was back to bathing suits and flip flops. We spent the whole morning on the water, then by early afternoon family and friends started trickling in for the annual barbeque. Tyler insisted on wearing his blue Thomas shirt yet again.
(I hate that the pic below is out of focus - I love their expressions!)
In case you didn’t know, this lil girl is gonna give me a run for my money one day. ;)
One of the best things about having twins is the built-in friendship they innately have. We never bother with “entertaining” them… they have that covered no matter where we go.
Or doing a little jig-
Or calling “ALL ABOARD!!” and pretend-driving the golf cart-
Or calling “ALL ABOARD SISSY!” and allowing Caroline to ride like this on HER Dora trike-
(He took her all over the house while she hung onto the back and squatted over the “trunk” the entire week. I videoed it, as it was amazing.)
Almost time for fireworks!!
Boats from all over the lake anchor nearby for the show, and we’re the lucky ones who have front row seats at home.
Caroline and Tyler were excited, yet pensive…
And the minute this started happening on top of us, they were basically over it.
We tried calming them down, but if I was two years old, it would have probably scared the bejesus out of me too. I’m not kidding about it being on top of us, so as an adult it’s amazing. As a tot, scariest. thing. EVER.
We also did a photo shoot with T & C in the cutest little Fourth of July outfits, but I think I’ve reached my picture quota for one post. Strasburg advertisement, coming soon. :)
Hope you all had a great holiday, too!