I woke up.
The kids woke up. Lazy bums.
We decide to play hooky from church.
Clay mows the lawn. Finally.
The ipod is on, and the teenager is oblivious to the camera.
Uh oh. Busted.
Paige decides to take action against one teeny tiny little kitty...
...after the teeny tiny little kitty attacked her and left puncture marks in her arm. Go get him, Rambo!
Paige's friend "C" comes over. It's hot (92 degrees & humid) so they decide to jump in the pool.
Clay decides to go fishing.
Lucy stares forlornly at her ball. Poor Lucy. No one will throw the ball for her!
Hey! Not THAT ball!! My ball! Over here....
The paparazzi catch a glimpse of the elusive Clay.
He remains unaware of the camera's presence.
The paparazzi decide to take a break and chill.
Paige and Lucy have a stare down over the ball.
Then they kiss and make up.
Clay catches a sting ray.
He is re-released into the water. The sting ray, not Clay.
Paige demonstrates useful ways to use every pool float we own.
We leave for the church. The kids have youth group, and I have a parent meeting to attend.
We arrive home from the church. Lucy is happy to see us.