When we returned from Tahoe, it was time to celebrate the 4th of July, which meant celebrating our next door neighbor's birthday. Call the chef!
It's important to know who owns the kitchen. Don't mess with the chef when he's in the kitchen.
Time for cake. First, consult with the master chef about how best to proceed:
Then the assistants can get on with the decorating.
Viola!
A little soccer to build up the appetite. Here's the assist...
GOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL:
The birthday boy and his clan (guess which one is the birthday boy):
Paige and friends...
The Kuby Clan and Birthday Joe:
Birthday Joe in a touching moment...
Of course, we could not send off the gang without making pastries. Boy, did I ever get an ear-full about not making pastries until the last week. WELL IF YOU HADN'T BEEN MAKING PANCAKES EVERY DAY... I mean, really.
Then, when I finally made them, what chances were there that anyone other than Seth would get any? You decide for yourself...
Seth wanted to play outside. I said, "Sure. What shall we play?" He said something about "good guys and bad guys - we'll be the good guys."
I asked, "What are our names?"
Seth: "I don't know."
Me: "How about Chunkboy and Robin"
Seth: "Okay... You be Chunkboy."
Here they are, the intrepid Chunkboy and Robin... I think we're on a boat, looking out for sharks. Or alligators. Probably both.
Before the kids left, we had to take them kayaking. ALL of the local reservoirs were closed to boat traffic (except for one that wanted to charge us to INSPECT OUR KAYAK... what were we expected to be doing, smuggling buffalo?), so we were forced to improvise. Thus, the CAR KAYAK:
It got pretty unstable at about 60 mph, but they held on pretty well, considering.
Sheesh, I'm kidding, OK?
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