A Day at Melvern Lake

Harvey's ears turn inside-out on the lake.
Barney should sing a song about that.


Son4's ears get wet in the lake.
No songs needed.


We stopped for lunch.
Sorta left Son4 low and wet.


Charles did his maiden grilling on his Father's Day gift.


Harvey stood below, with wind blowing bratwurst grease on his head,
while he cleaned the floor.  You don't wanna see that.

But here's Son4, languishing in the water...


...while I just sat there with my hair being a mess and not seeming to mind.


Son4 made his way on board.


I was still just sitting there looking messy, but that's what I do.
My hair was a long mess.  Now it's a shorter mess.
Mrs. Piecrust, ↓ there's this year's swimwear.


Harvey was on the floor trying to be cute.
He sorta pulled that off, but I know he has a greasy head.


Then he leapt up to watch Son4 do some more tubin'.
I think you have to say it that way.
Don't pronounce the "g", or people will know you're a novice.


I called to Harvey, so I could see if he was having a good time.
He was having a good time.


"Hey, I think Harvey's smiling in that photo."
"Ohhh, no, he is not."
*zoom-zoom-zoom*
"Yes he is.  Look!"


But Harvey's just a baby, so he needed a nap.


We woke him up to go home.


It was a great day at the lake.

By the way, if I knew how to make Brannon not talk until we told him to talk, I'd make him stop talking.  Since I don't know how to do that, I better think-up a slug o' posts right away, to get him cycled off the page.  I like him just fine, of course.  I just don't think he should talk until we poke him.  Sorry.

But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.  John 4:4

More Fishing Pics

Kath proudly displays her lunkerNot crappie:


Things were going to get a lot better for Kath:


Here's the ridiculous dog on the lake:


And again:


Charles and Son4 had a white bass double:






I didn't do too badly, myself...


...in my Cousin It-tingness.

Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.  Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.  For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.  Psalm 100:3-5

The Birthday Plum

It was to be the last time we'd see SugarPlum until a week after her birthday, so when we picked her up Thursday morning, we let her dive into a bag of gifts:


I think she'd never seen a Woolly Willy before, and I also think she initially wasn't terribly impressed with a bald man's head atop a pile of metal shavings.  Well, who would be?


After a buffet dinner, we drove up the road to the rodeo, where we needed to get a cowgirl hat for our rodeo clown, and so we did:


While waiting for the rodeo to begin, Uncle Son3 took the plum to the concession stand for popcorn...and returned with Plum and cotton candy.  He was comfortable doing that, because he was seated two people away from the sticky little kid, who was sitting beside Nana.  Of course.


Because she was wearing sunglasses, no one knew Nana was sobbing (I mean full-blown, body-wracking sobs) the entire time this cowboy was circling the large arena — twice — before the rodeo began:


On with the show.  The emcee did a wonderful job, and except for a couple of loud, unexpected, crowd-thrilling explosions accompanying the rodeo clown's act, the plum loved the action.


The bucking broncos were her favorite, and the sweet little plum turned to express exuberant thanks to Poppie and Nana for bringing her to the rodeo.


After a short night's sleep, we were off to the lake with Grandaunt Kath for a day of fishing:


SugarPlum got to drive...


And she caught some fish.  Helping her dress in her new togs Friday morning, she looked down at her feet and said, "These look like a clown."  You know, the little kid has more fashion sense than her nana, who was primarily seeking a good color match.  Maybe those were "clown feet" after all.  Oh well, at age nearly-five, it probably won't scar her for life.


By the time this one was in the boat, and given its girth, she wasn't so keen any more on being near any fishes.  She handed her rod off to Poppie and ducked:


Nana had stuffed a cake into a cooler, and it survived the 90º temperature and rough ride on the water:


While the rest of the crew continued fishing, Nana and Son3 dragged one tired cowgirl onto the dock, into the van, and delivered the weary little waif to her home, where she was whisked away to her first tennis lesson.  It's usually the nanas and poppies who need a nap after plum visits, but I think this time we wore our little SugarPlum plum slick.

Happy 5th Birthday, SugarPlum!

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.  Psalm 98:4

Harvey Goes Fishing

Harvey went on his first fishing excursion yesterday.  Since you may be able to tell these aren't actual photos from the outing, I confess I forgot to take the camera and am having to wing this visual tale...

HARVEY ON THE DOCK


HARVEY WHIFFING SON4'S BIG CATCH


THE MINNOW THAT FLIPPED OUT OF THE BAIT BUCKET


HARVEY FINDS THE MINNOW
(Squeamish Readers Scroll Past Next Visual)


Mom:  "Oh, calm down.  He's getting his omega 3's."
Son4:  "He's being O Mega Disgusting!"


HARVEY ON THE SUNSET RIDE BACK TO THE DOCK


SHIVERING HARVEY GETS TUCKED INTO JACKET


My hair was pretty windblown, but I'm not too vain to let you see me this way.

(Please scroll back up and notice how thin my face is.)

From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.  And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea: for they were fishers.  And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.  Matthew 4:17-19