The boys caught a bunch of frogs/toads. Shepherd was surprisingly good at it.
I don't know if I've said it enough, or even if I could say it enough, but Reagan is just the best brother ever. Gush.
Reagan and my Dad funnily sporting matching swim trunks (who wore it best?)
Let me just say this. The lake is the only place that would get me to drive 13 hours alone with my three kids. And I'll leave it at that. But not before I mention that by the time we pulled in to Normal (via the wrong exit by the way, the only wrong turn I took in 580 miles had to be within 2 miles of home,) Levi had eaten a bag of cheetos and been pants-less the last 5 hours...I let the boys eat ice cream in the car- no, no, just NO... and we had all apologized to one another many, many times for poor attitudes/voice raising. "Voice raising" is the kind term for yelling.
Just a terrible place for morning walks.
I texted Debbie in the middle of the night that she was going to cut me bangs and like the supporter of rash-decisions she is, she trimmed away the very next morning. Zach has told me at least a handful of times since we've back how much he likes them.