Labor Day to me is a monumental holiday as it marks the beginning of the end of hideous, horrible, hot, hated heat. Don't get me wrong, it's still quite warm, even over 100 degrees, but...the end is near! 
It was actually nice enough to step outside of our air-conditioned caves and get some fresh air. We BBQ'd at the park with friends. It was lovely. Good ol' BBQ food, and some Phillipino fair too. Hmmm, here we have some Lumpia. They're like tiny little egg-rolls. 
Wonder Baby ate about 43 of them. 
And he stood here and patiently waited for a 44th.
Pamela skipped the food and went straight for the s'more cookie (more on that later.)
Here's Marc, he's the grill master. 
Bug-Man .
Here's Marvin, he's Dianne's husband. Dianne is my friend and co-worker. If you ever have a chance to work with her...take it. She's a laugh a minute. 
There's a filter that most people are born with, some people's work better than others, but let's be honest, Dianne didn't stand in the "filter" line in heaven. She was too busy standing in the "pretty" line. She's pretty. Filtered, no. 
You just NEVER know what Dianne's going to say next. That's what we love about her. Well, that and she'd give you the shirt off her back, or do anything for you. Here she is, loving Wonder Baby to pieces. Dianne and I have grown to place with each other of not just finishing each others sentances, but KNOWING exactly what the other is trying to say, when we just can't quite articulate.
It was actually nice enough to step outside of our air-conditioned caves and get some fresh air. We BBQ'd at the park with friends. It was lovely. Good ol' BBQ food, and some Phillipino fair too. Hmmm, here we have some Lumpia. They're like tiny little egg-rolls. 
Wonder Baby ate about 43 of them. And he stood here and patiently waited for a 44th.Pamela skipped the food and went straight for the s'more cookie (more on that later.)Here's Marc, he's the grill master. Bug-Man .Here's Marvin, he's Dianne's husband. Dianne is my friend and co-worker. If you ever have a chance to work with her...take it. She's a laugh a minute. There's a filter that most people are born with, some people's work better than others, but let's be honest, Dianne didn't stand in the "filter" line in heaven. She was too busy standing in the "pretty" line. She's pretty. Filtered, no. You just NEVER know what Dianne's going to say next. That's what we love about her. Well, that and she'd give you the shirt off her back, or do anything for you. Here she is, loving Wonder Baby to pieces. Dianne and I have grown to place with each other of not just finishing each others sentances, but KNOWING exactly what the other is trying to say, when we just can't quite articulate. 
She just always know's what I'm trying to say. 
Here's Marley. He was the smallest little guy there. 
And Scout, taking a little break at the watering hole. Between Ramsey, the sheep dog, and Scout the moose, poor Marley was soaked by the end of the day. That's the problem with being the shortest dog in class.
Wonder Baby has a little fetish with dog dishes. He loves to splash in the water, or help Scout by placing her food in her water dish. Helpful...right?
Wonder Baby was trying to have fun with Marley, but Marley was happy in the security of Pamela's lap. 
Auntie Dianne and Auntie P were keeping Anthony quite entertained. He was laughing so hard at these two.
This little guy, Kyle, was so cute with Anthony, he played and played with him. He was showing Anthony how to blow the "fur" off the dandilions, and how to ride his scooter. 
Here are some of the boys, doing boy stuff. 
And Wonder Baby trying to keep up.
Ok, so on a more serious note... Here's Kylie, and below her sister Abigail. These two little, emphasis on little, girls were hit by a car a few weeks ago. Yes, you heard (read?) correctly, HIT by a car, the car, no, the SUV ran OVER Kylies legs (who weighs 60 lbs, at 10 years old) and then HIT Abigail, who is a mere 38 lbs before coming to a stop. 
By only an amazing miracle are these two ok, apart from deep bruising, a fractured collar bone, and lots of scrapes and bruises. I know they were being watched out for. They are in great spirits, considering what they've been through. SO... here's your PSA for the day: (in a calm, loving tone of voice) please I beg you, put all your focus back on the road. So many times I am distracted by phone, radio, billboards, baby, you name it... and this was a huge, big fat, giant, reminder to refocus myself whist driving.
Thank You... the end.
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