Grampa Don and Gramma Care-line

In case you didn't know, we spend a lot of time hanging out in the garden - watching veggies grow, watering them, re-watering them (Rowan), swinging in the hammock, wallowing in the sandbox (um, Rowan), and drinking a few cold ones - in various states of dress. This is all done preferably with as little on as possible, but the mosquitoes have been driving us INSANE. We were first forced to wear long pants and sleeves and then finally were pushed inside by the unrelenting bloodsuckers as they attacked through every kind of fabric. I felt cheated, sitting around each morning having coffee in the house instead of our porch. I could imagine the mosquitoes were just watching and waiting outside of the windows, banging their tiny heads against the panes in anticipation of victims.

After about a week without any rain, we able to sneak back out there for a few hours of the day (mosquito naptime?) and enjoy our hangout spot. My parents came to visit and offer up some of their fresh Oregon coast blood as a sacrifice for a little porch and garden time. Rowan made the most of it by showing off his digs to Gramma and Grampa.

We did manage to pry ourselves away from the front yard several times for some park and lake time. There is a little park near our house that we call the Dump Truck Park. It seems to be a toy graveyard and is filled with every vehicle a 2-year old could ever imagine in his wildest dreams and mostly ones that would never fit in our house.  And as a bonus, when we show up with all 3 dogs, we find we get the whole park to ourselves.

Grampa duty

Pinckney

Grandma dunking

A gray day at Lake Michigan...but no mosquitoes!

And stairs...pretty much the highlight to any trip

Well, that's all the excitement here folks! My parents should be back in Oregon about now and we have no more visitors coming for a long, long time. And we, are sadly back at work. Bummer to all of the above.