Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Katie...don't let go! There be crocs in the water!
Heavy weights Pa n Uncle Jeff send Joe a flyin off the BLOB!
Ma n Ki creatin waves.
Cassie splashes out o the tunnel.
Joe...can't you steer this thing?
Tradin clover for horse slobber.
Hey Ma! It's Wilbur!
Course, vacashun be all about fam'ly. So we dun gathered together n tried gettin along. We congregated with cussins n gramps n grams n a assortment o drifters n a few blacksheep. Not sayin who the blacksheeps was, but someone dun pointed at Pa!
Weenie roastin with the cussins.
All in all, a pretty good week deuce...and it left us all plumb tired! But it was a joyful tired. You can bets we be tryin it all again next year!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
No sooner was the winners dun congratulatin each others when suddenly the lights was put out n music blared n oh my gracious golly…the sky lits up with colored splosions. Guess they heard li’l Ki had celebrated her bday most recently n bein she was in town, they wanted to show their affections too. Right considerate o them!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Chuck E. Cheese be the uglier yet happier brother of Mickey Mouse. Chuck don't run a Magic Kingdom, but he does own quite a chain of pizzarias. So we stopped by to sample his sauce. Not bad for mouse pizza!
We found out that Chuck does more than make pepperoni pies. He runs a much smaller version of his brother's amusement park...more affordable to the patrons too. So we let the littlins loose on the establishment.
Poor Ki, got a little too rambunxious n took a time out in the mouse cage. We learned the cage had all sorts of tunnels n a runnin wheel just like the smaller version. Can't say it was real punishment...I mean, jus look at that grin. Not exactly sad, is she/ She dun learned her lesson n was let out to roam again. Made Ma wonder if they had big mouse traps laid around too.
Bubba found his niche throwin balls at the ol peach basket. Watch out Lebron! Clear the way Kobe! This be the new generation of bucket bombers....least ways that is what Bubba said till Pa Shaq came by n stuffed a few shots...
The boy then tried his hand...er, his foot at somethin else. Next thing you know he be shoutin down Pele, Kaka n Ronaldinho n yellin, "GOOOOOOOO OOAAAAAALLLL!!! Yep, Bubba dun bested the li'l goalie n netted one right after the other.
Our bellies full o pie n all our quarters spent, we thought it high time to scedaddle. Besides, Pa's ears was hurtin from all the screamin kiddos...not to mention his sore toes, the result of a herd o chilluns stampedin by to play a little skeeball. Thanks for the amusements Chuck! Maybe next year we'll call on Mickey!
Be careful where you stomp. Geese be litterbugs!
Big bumpy waterslide...but we forgots our water jams!
Bubba on the spension bridge...it bounced in the breeze!
Pa, where are we? Is this what your split personality feels like?