This weekend we did a lot of stuff.
Some of us played basketball, and did not go easy on our opponent just because they're ten and have shorter arms:
Some of us created science experiments out of sand and water:
One of us sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" with his fellow fifth graders during the seventh inning stretch of Saturday night's Cardinals game.
It is rumored that one child in particular may have sang, "Root, root, root for the Red Sox" instead of, "the Cardinals," though that child officially denies this rumor:
Some of us had foot races in the backyard, and did not want to let our little brother win:
(hmm...wonder where he gets that from?)
One of us pitched (at least according to him), "THE BEST GAME OF HIS LIFE!" And as you can see, this person takes baseball very seriously:
There will be no mercy on the mound when you're staring down this fellow. He means business.
Some of us thought it would be fun to stand on our brothers and see how long they could hold us up:
The answer? About four seconds. One brother will cave under the pressure and the pyramid will come toppling down.
The only damper on the weekend? One of us spent it (and the majority of last week) scratching her mad case of poison ivy:
Oh yes, and that is the improved version. Trust me when I tell you, it was much worse a few days ago, and covers a good portion of my entire body (I decided to spare you the rest of me, especially the nekkid parts. You're welcome).
Yeah, so remember the near-electrocution yard work day last week? Apparently, of those 1,934 weeds I pulled, a good portion of them were poison ivy.
And poison ivy? Not so much fun, as it turns out.
Still, though, a pretty good weekend for us.
At least, for those of us not scratching and smelling of Calamine lotion anyway.