Sand Volleyball

On Tuesday evening I took the kiddos to see their daddy play sand volleyball (can't exactly call it beach volleyball around here). We'd already had a long day, what with a little friend's birthday party in the morning, but it was a good little family time.





I'm guilty. Sometimes I drive through McDonald's and get the kids a Happy Meal. Way back when I said I wouldn't do that. Don't get me wrong. It's not like we do it once a week (though we unfortunately did it a lot when we were on our driving vacation recently). Maybe not even every two or three weeks. But it feels like the children are a bit too familiar with that clown Ronald McDonald. Sometimes they refer to this fast-food joint as Old Ronald McDonald's Farm or something along those lines. Once, I drove through one of those stand-alone coffee places and Anna said: "That doesn't look like McDonald."




It's probably just as well that Alexander dropped most of his dinner on the ground.






I had to include this photo of Alexander swinging. Maybe we should enroll him in gymnastics. This is what he does constantly if he's holding both mine and Mikel's hands.