Summertime has been treating us all pretty darn well. Our days are filled with popsicles, bikes, and swimming pools and our evenings, fireflies and basement forts.
RB and I even managed to sneak away for a week while the boys stayed with Oma and Opa. (I'm pretty sure they didn't even realize we were gone.)
The only real source of frustration so far has been the mysterious ball disappearance on the 18th hole of putt putt.