So, Lolly and I had a really nice weekend. Spent time with friends. Showed the girls how to do some hard work by participating in a service project clearing out ivy at a local park. Went to the the Puyallup fair where the kids went on tons of rides and ate cotton candy and kettle corn and giggled and laughed and I had a Krusty Pup and curly fries and Lolly got scones and we built memories. (We built good memories until the major Viva melt-down of 2013 as we went home that resulted in me questioning why I thought it was a good idea to bring children into this world in the first place, and that led me to actually utter the phrase "If you don't stop acting like this you will never go to a fair again." At that point, the memories were not so good.)
But one of the major highlights of the weekend was boating...
Surprisingly, I'm not one who's really into water sports. Or sports. Or water. Or anything involving... doing something other than sitting around talking. So, this was unusual for us. Our good friends Jon and Christa invited us to join them on their boat with a few other friends. They had invited us last year, but we weren't able to go because we were speaking at some conference or something, so we were really lucky that they invited us again.
We loved it. The water was spectacularly placid, and we boated across... some big lake (Lake Washington maybe?) where we docked and ate fancy sea food and talked and had a great time. Here is a picture of the Space Needle from the boat.
Proof that this actually happened.
It was idyllic.
But the main reason I bring this event up was because of the following footage of Lolly which is probably my favorite footage of her of all time. This is Lolly being Lolly. This is the girl I fell in love with. Beautiful and fun and spontaneous and clever and endearing:
I present to you: Lolly pretending that she is in a music video because of the wind in her hair
Can you see why I love that girl?
All right Weeders. Have a good Monday. It's gonna be a good week for all of us. I can feel it.