
She was nervous about it, but she did a great job.

I was impressed these guys could lay in this water. It was unbelievably cold. Granted, the air temp was in the 90s, but the water was still too cold for my whimpy self. They must've been numb.
I was very proud of myself. I put down my book and got in the water. Okay. I floated on top of the water, but that's something. Nicole and I were very proud of ourselves because we paddled quite a ways up river from the beach we were on. The current wasn't crazy-strong, but we had to work at it. It was much more fun than I imagined, what with it being work and all.
Morgan had help from his (older and very agreeable) cousins to build this fabulous sand castle.
One of the agreeable cousins would be Jeff. He's 17, but he plays with my kids like nobody's business. Here he was towing them around. The next day, he followed their commands as their dog. "Swim like a dog." "Sit." You get the idea. His only requirement? To regularly be fed "dog treats" that consisted of pringles. Woof.
Morgan and one of his favorite people, Godfather Phil, playing a little baseball. Glenn was their outfielder. He was eating out of a bag of Cocoa Puffs. Breakfast of champions.
Ellea was sooo happy that baby Ben was able to join us. She sure likes that kid. We all do. He's almost always happy and smiling. She's pretty fond of Ben's mama, Christina, too. We all are. She's almost always happy and smiling.
This would be me going through the rapid. Notice the pointed toes. Apparently I'm trying out for floating ballet.

First words outta my mouth? "I gotta take a picture." Ellea rolls her eyes. I can't help it. It's a disease.
Keep in mind, I live in the near-arctic, so this is a big deal. I didn't think we'd have any big red tomatoes for a couple more weeks. I know, sad. My Auntie in California has been harvesting for months now, I'm sure. What can I do? I could build a greenhouse, but I'd rather just whine.

