Summer

I tried to write something. 

I got nothing. 
Maybe the heat is frying my brain.
Here's a couple pictures of what we did today.




Kids.
No worries. No responsibility.
Life is just one big splash pad.

Comments

  1. TangledLouJune 21, 2012 at 7:44 PM

    Our neighborhood splash pad is one of my favorite places in the city. I love these pictures. They reek of summertime and all good things.

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  2. MichelleJune 22, 2012 at 8:16 AM

    That flashed me back to my childhood! My kids prefer a dip in the river, but I was raised on sprinklers and splash pads. Give me a kiddie pool and mister, and I'm a happy camper!

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  3. esbbostonJune 22, 2012 at 3:58 PM

    I like the music for the teleBision commercial for our local water park, very catchy.

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  4. MarianneJune 23, 2012 at 8:04 PM

    I want that kind of day! With freeze pops, please.

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  5. Masked MomJune 25, 2012 at 7:53 AM

    Love the pictures and can totally identify with the fried brain syndrome. I have so much catching up to do--reading and writing-wise, but it's so tempting to just sit like a slug in front of the fan or run off to spend the day at the lake. ;)

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  6. Sleepy JoeJune 27, 2012 at 3:39 PM

    I think my brain must be getting water logged. I am beginning to think I should move to the other side of the pond!!

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