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John Big Jay  Baby penned in the pontoon boat:  Exhausted little canine: love, Val, aka Mom, Grandma

They’re working on it, and she was on her feet for a few brief moments.  Something about these pictures touches my heart to the point it brings me to tears.  It’s my oldest child, with his littlest sister in his arms, helping her learn to ski.  This guy got on his feet and made it

Putting the pontoon boat back together again:  tubing–they love it: There are a couple neighbor kids in these pics: Not over yet–  love, Val

The rug on the pontoon boat was all rotten and scrappy, so the guys replaced it.   It’s a tedious job.  All the aluminum parts, the seats and trim, steering, all of it–all must be removed, scrubbed down and then put back on.  Ei-yi-yi.  This little dog is so scared of fireworks.  Here everyone (all

 Doing nails on the deck: A collage themed, “Red.” love, Val

This little guy came along to help be spotter.   But then he wanted to sit in the bow.  I teased him, “Mr. Skinny-Butt, I can’t watch you up there and these guys in the back.  What if you go flying out?  Come sit by me and Grandpa.” He laughed and crowded right into the seat

This picture below made me think of this:  At one time Jay’s dad knew a guy in his forties who was remarried and having babies with his second wife. He told Jay, “What is he thinking?  He’ll be in his fifties and still have kids in elementary school!” Jay laughed, “I don’t know, Dad.” Then

The boat wasn’t working right.  Turns out a tube was disconnected, and a can of Sea Foam was needed.  It was cured and worked fine eventually, so it was all good. This is the Lego party going on in Dannell and John’s trailer. It seems we’re being asked to leave. Across the way, it was

 The big kids stayed up pretty late Friday night. The babies were up bright and early: John bought them a couple rolls of masking tape.  It kept them busy for hours, building a fort, they said. I asked no further  questions.  This is a  big, water-filled pad Dannell made for the kids to play on.  

At some point in the afternoon, p.j. asked me for the chocolate bunny high up in the cupboard.  My parents gave them for Easter, and this one was still uneaten. I handed it to her and said to bring it back when she was done. She did, and what remained after she and her aunties