August has been a whirl here at Myers house. We've managed to squeeze in every last bit of summer while starting a new job, a new school year and a new team.
We loaded up the car and headed to St. Louis for a vacation. We saw the arch, the zoo, Purina Farms, Six Flags, and the City Museum. And sat three steps away from heaven to watch a Cardinals game. I guess I could have cropped out Lauren's crazy face. But I knew you needed a laugh.
This was Erin's first ever major league hot dog. Not that we are
sentimental or anything. But it was.
Like every good vacation we chowed down and relaxed.
We also went to the State Fair. And for once it wasn't 101.
We had to drag these girls from the conservation building kicking and screaming. But if we didn't get another corn dog their mama was gonna start kicking and screaming.
Oh and Smokey was there. We love Smokey. Actually we haven't always. Remember the year that Lauren was like 2 and didn't realize that the thing talked. And talked with that low deep voice that nearly scared her to death. I think I still have the scars from when she clawed at my neck to get away. To make amends I gave her a little stuffed Smokey for Christmas.
And we started the eighth grade.
And we started playing football for the middle school team. And some of us started washing the nastiest clothes ever on the planet. It's been a wild August.
We loaded up the car and headed to St. Louis for a vacation. We saw the arch, the zoo, Purina Farms, Six Flags, and the City Museum. And sat three steps away from heaven to watch a Cardinals game. I guess I could have cropped out Lauren's crazy face. But I knew you needed a laugh.
This was Erin's first ever major league hot dog. Not that we are sentimental or anything. But it was.
Like every good vacation we chowed down and relaxed.
We also went to the State Fair. And for once it wasn't 101.
We had to drag these girls from the conservation building kicking and screaming. But if we didn't get another corn dog their mama was gonna start kicking and screaming.
Oh and Smokey was there. We love Smokey. Actually we haven't always. Remember the year that Lauren was like 2 and didn't realize that the thing talked. And talked with that low deep voice that nearly scared her to death. I think I still have the scars from when she clawed at my neck to get away. To make amends I gave her a little stuffed Smokey for Christmas.
And we started the eighth grade.
And we started playing football for the middle school team. And some of us started washing the nastiest clothes ever on the planet. It's been a wild August.
