There's no point in watching the weather report around here....everyday in the summer is hot with a high chance of WICKED HOT. Perhaps an afternoon thunderstorm. It's kind of like Florida in the summer minus the beach and palm trees.
Spending time outside must involve some sort of water otherwise it's back into the air conditioning we go. Good thing for the water table!

Rob and I agreed it's not redneck for an adult to be in a baby pool with a beer as long as the pool isn't located in the front yard next to the couch that used to be located in the living room 10 years before.

Jake attempting to escape

Jake's little head can now hold his Detroit Tigers baseball hat that Grandma Irish got him!


Thanks Auntie Kimmie for the high chair upgrade, so much nicer than the other one we had!

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Party foul... that's a frosted mug not a 40 oz can. Classy, never been so proud to say we know Rob.
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