Nothing says summer around here like swimming in Boulder Creek. Edgar stayed home with the two youngest boys and I took the older three and three cousins for a lovely, cooling-off time. I became a spouting whale, as I am prone to do. Since the Johnsons weren't there, I took the liberty of spouting off all over the place. The Johnsons don't like my spouting.
To celebrate the 4th of July, Ruben made this American flag out of a piece of paper, a stick, and some tape. He is dressed as a soldier, if you can't tell. That hole in his mouth is where he lost a tooth this week.
Ammon is lucky and he knows it (as you can tell from this picture). Every time Marcos gets a treat for doing a good job with poddy training, Ammon also gets a treat. He had just enjoyed smearing the treat all over his face when I took this picture. He makes at least 84 messes every day.
Isn't Omar looking particularly wise and intelligent these days? He is changing so much all the time.