Sixties and Sprinklers

Corey, being a good sport in his duds. I was so proud of these jeans I found, rocks are sewn all the way down the front!

We went to a Sixties Party this weekend, which gave us an excuse to dress up and look totally groovy. The hosts of the party are oh-so-clever with their invitations, and at the party we all sat on blankets in the backyard, played games, and ate cheese fondue and other yummy treats. It was a nice break from the norm, and also because we actually hired ourselves a babysitter for the night, which we have got to do more often. It's just so hard to find good help these days (seriously, we've had many who just won't or can't change a diaper, are you kidding me?). Here's a sampling of the party-goers:

Our hosts, the Salines and the Allens.

Me and Core. The Symes, even baby Julia was swathed in tye-dye.

Gorman's and Amanda...check out that awesome white one-piece suit she wore!

Corey entertaining the Gorman's little cutie.

Then on Saturday, Corey and Asher tried out our walkie talkies, then our new wild sprinkler and had too much fun chasing each other through the water flying everywhere. I was a dry spectator that day, but I did try it out a little with him today (alas, the pool was closed...chemical issues) and it was pretty fun after all. It was a nice, relaxing weekend; we grilled, we played, we went on a date, and I am definitely getting used to the idea of no more homework for Corey.

Our Saturday morning view (every week). You can't help but take a peek outside when it sounds like a fire-breathing dragon is descending upon your house. Plus, Asher loves them.

Run, Asher. Run!


Breaker, breaker....over and out.