Before Birch Bay

So...I took a lot of pictures on our trip. Some may say I have a problem. I fail to concur. It is, however, a bit daunting to look at them all and wonder how in the world to blog about all the memorable memories that were had in those two weeks. Just posting what I'm about to is barely going to make a dent. But, as we all know, I'm pretty decent at denting things (i.e. cars). So I guess the only way to attack these 1120 pictures is head on.


Callahan's slide. Easily the Royal City hit for my spawn. I rather enjoyed not stressing about near drownings since the water was shallow and Abby wouldn't go more than a foot from shore. There were only two tragedies, Kylie picking on Courtney who, in return, gave Kylie the worst bloody nose I have ever EVER seen. And Preston hauling booty down the slide and biting it at the last possible moment so that his orbital bone hit concrete at full speed. His black eye looked pretty rad though.


Scenes from the homefront. Can you spot Courtney's guns, Matt's non-double chin, Carson talking to his absent father, Abby and Roxy on a stroller walk, Grandma with a bunch of babies, and Matt with an oh-so-pathetic-I-have-strep-throat-and-have-to-help-with-cherry-harvest-and-there's-nothing-to-eat-in-the-fridge look.


If you look up the phrase "two peas in a pod" there is a picture of these two girlies. Two plus weeks of togetherness and NOT ONE FIGHT!


Nothing says "small town U.S.A." like a community parade. Let's play "I spy" again shall we? Can you spot the skateboarding apple (who was my high school softball coach), a politician campaigning with his sign in a bail of hay, a mariachi band, a 12 year old driving a tractor, a picture of a random car that Brett made me take (I'm sure it has much more significance to people with more testosterone than I), the "Country Charm" Jr. Miss float, and the best looking bunch of kids this side of the Columbia River.