Last week I volunteered to go help my grandparents freeze corn. Well, not my grandparents, but my husband shares and lets me call them that. It was a long day, much longer than I anticipated. Maybe because I thought we were doing about 10 dozen ears and someone else had the bright idea of doubling that. And the very generous people at the farm threw in an extra dozen. I don't think I'll be writing a thank you note.

I failed to get any pictures of the actual work, because I was...WORKING (my rear off). When the work was done we headed over to the school yard across the street for some play time. I should probably mention this is the same playground where Becca fell and broke her arm in a nasty way a few years ago. Long story short, it's pretty much a miracle she regained full use of her arm. Needless to say, I was glad Daddy made it over in time to help me watch the three wild, crazy kiddos.

Becca was loving the slide at the first play area.

Hope's first time on a real swing and slide.

Tyler posing himself.

Nothing like Daddy pushing you on the tire swing.


Or hitching a ride on his shoulders.


Back to the house for some of Grandma's incredible mac and cheese. Yummy.

And this one melted my heart. Grandpa and his lone boy.