Well, it was a hot night - so what can you do? You have to break out the juice bars (these are really yummy!) and the wiggly sprinkler and run through it. Except I'm telling you that the amount of time daddy spends setting up the sprinkler is inversely proportionate to the amount of time the Roses spend running around in it. Here's Rose #3, mere minutes after the sprinkler fun started, deciding she was "done" and starting on her juice bar:
Rose #2 loves water fun and she'll stay in until the bitter, shivering, purple-lipped end:
Rose #1 is very purposeful in her demeanor, don't you think? (With appropriate apologies to J.K. Rowling, I almost typed "dementor" instead of "demeanor".)
And here's the cast of sprinkler characters: two of our next door neighbors, Rose #1 and Rose #2. Rose #3 was thoroughly dry by this point, and wouldn't even venture in for a photo.
I read somewhere that since you only get 80 or so summers in your life, you have to make the most of them. 80 seems like a much smaller number now that approximately 40 have already happened...
Rose #2 loves water fun and she'll stay in until the bitter, shivering, purple-lipped end:
Rose #1 is very purposeful in her demeanor, don't you think? (With appropriate apologies to J.K. Rowling, I almost typed "dementor" instead of "demeanor".)
And here's the cast of sprinkler characters: two of our next door neighbors, Rose #1 and Rose #2. Rose #3 was thoroughly dry by this point, and wouldn't even venture in for a photo.
I read somewhere that since you only get 80 or so summers in your life, you have to make the most of them. 80 seems like a much smaller number now that approximately 40 have already happened... 
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