We began what became the hottest summer ever with Carly in camp and with Teddy and I hitting a sh*tload of sprayparks. Once July hit, the three of us got crafty with sprinklers, our backyard blow-up pool, and what my friend Julie dubbed "pool whoring". We are not members of a pool, but I have several lucky friends who are. And, let me tell you, that luck is contagious!! We found invites to various pools all summer long. So, here are some June & July pics:
July would not be complete without a major birthday celebration. And this year, we surprised Carly's friends by booking a zoo party on the hottest day of the year! Boy were they thrilled, as were their parents. In all seriousness, though, the zoo party was adorable as was the birthday girl's excitement.
We had to book the party a year in advance, so glad it worked out. For all of you scoffing at my ability to plan that far in advance, you can suck it. I must have had a babysitter the day I logged onto the zoo website and gave them my credit card info. Anyway, it was a very fitting party for a little girl who has dubbed her massive posse of stuffed animals her "team". This is another Carly-ism with an unknown origination. But you should know that the Team is a vital part of her life, an entourage if you will. She will carry a few of the Team to breakfast and they will watch her eat. She often asks the Team to do stuff for her. For example, when I ask her to keep an eye on Teddy so I can take a quick shower, the Team comes in handy. "Ahhhh, well mom, the Team will do it." She told me recently that it's a lot of work managing the Team. Oh, I know.
Summer 2010 did not disappoint when it came to our trips to Michigan & Massachusetts. Cousins, Aunt & Uncles, Aunties & Unclies (remind me to use this one), and Grandparents rock. Bigtime.
We began our journeys with a lovely 8 hour roadtrip to Michigan, where we promptly ditched our children (all but one, Sully made the cut to stay with us) and headed up north to celebrate our 10th anniversary with an adults-only weekend at the Rock.
I'm actually glad that these pictures don't tell the whole story. Let's just say that these hunks with their backs to us and very specific jukebox preferences ultimately joined our late night dance party. Let's also say that it's been 4 months and my mother has not found any evidence that things got a tad messy at the Rock. I'll leave it at that.
Carly and Teddy were so busy with Nana's social schedule that I don't think they even knew we were gone. She drove them up on Sunday and Greg, being the loving father and loving swimmer that he is, waited until they arrived before taking the relay back down state for his flight. My mom tried to get Scott and I to place bets as to whether he'd make his flight. Not a problem. Only fools bet against Greg's ability to drive recklessly.
Finally, the Pietrosante clan arrived, just to up the ante of fun...and loud enthusiasm. So, I could include a billion pics here, but I'll keep it down to a million, mostly to guilt my sister into bringing my nephews and niece out to visit their cousins who miss them dearly:
to be continued....
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