the humidity has really died down and it's starting to get that end of summer feeling, despite it being August, known for it's heat. the beach bag had gotten a chance to be cleaned out, the towels and bathing suits washed, folded AND put away, and i thought for a second about starting the seasonal switchover of clothes. honestly while i have always dreaded the process and it occurred to me only this year how not everyone has to do it (Floridians...), i found i actually do like it just as i do the seasons changing. basically i'm getting sick of our recurrent wardrobe.

in walks brett. i doubt that he would do as much clothes shopping for his kids if they were girls. he'll waste time (and money) at those stores with brand names for less in between jobs sometimes. he came home with more bathing suits. like we need another hole in the head.



i do not bring all those toys to the lake. the end of the season is a lost and found free for all.

have you noticed how light C's hair has gotten? after "it's a another boy!" and "he's got hair!" the next comment in the operating room was "it's dark!"



we mixed it up today with a little paint.



just a little.



good thing it is the end of the year because they'd be asking all summer long to do this if we did it any sooner.






i figured we could wash off in the lake, can't get much more perfect than that.




the water looked something nasty after aiden rinsed off.



it always gets to full out hand painting. always.