The end is near
Today is our second to last day on the farm. The weather is fabulous yet again. Everyone pretty much did nothing all day. Emma and Olivia tanned again. Olivia got sunburned.
The big plan today is to go to the Old Mexican Inn for dinner sort of celebrating Owen's birthday, sort of just going to eat. The Herrock phone data package is running low and tensions are running high.
Dinner was fab.
The sunset was fab.
The ice cream was fab-er. Olivia got chocolate chip cookie dough on a waffle cone again. Carlie and Caitlin got sucked into a cold case marathon on TV and got Maggie and Olivia interested too. We watched for entirely too long. Olivia started making stove top popcorn and Carlie had to tag in to finish it. Something went wrong and it didn't all pop. It wasn't Carlie's fault.* We went on a night ride and didn't see one single owl. Caitlin and Olivia sat in the very back of the burb and fell asleep. (8 people went on the ride. We almost need a minibus). Tomorrow is the last day of vacay. So sad.
*It was.
Caitlin loves to cooperate when the camera comes out. |
All I wanted was a photograph. |
Snuck this one when she wasn't paying attention. |
All people but me.... |
Read a lot of books. |
She's not reading a book on her phone. |
Lazing and reading. |
There was some conflict. |
With little resolution. |
Owen cooperated. |
Carlie lazing. |
Emma made a Sonic run. |
A close up of the Sonic run. |
Caught the foot reading. |
Oh it was just Caitlin. |
Beautiful sunset. |
Take 2. |
Olivia lazing about. |
Maisy lazing about. ON MY BED!! |
The almost birthday boy. |
No idea why it came out so red. |
Really had no idea we were eating inside a tomato. |
The Jiffy pop. |
Gotta shake it. |
Violently! |
Then deliciousness ensues. |
Owen wanted to ride OUTSIDE the car. |
Cute pic of the 18 tear old. |
The 18 year old feet. |
I'm currently finding myself in the middle of a renovation project on our living room, so blogging may be stalled some. My house is upside down due to too much crap and not enough real estate. Will the seams of the house finally bust? Who knows, but pics will follow eventually.
Time to go meet head to pillow.
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