So 14 of their 16 grandchildren slept over at my parent's house in Bonita last Friday night, tents in the backyard and everything. Old school. They really are the most amazing grandparents. They hold nothing back. They loaded all the kids in the back of the jeep (gasp) for a couple of blocks to go set off rockets at the park. Or at least Papa says it was only a couple of blocks. (But Sophia and Millie didn't actually take the ride... but aren't they cute for the picture?
Below that you see Papa's signature backyard movie (During which us girls enjoyed a night out at the Cheesecake Factory....yum... (I know Lisa, but who can write a whole post without mentioning food? Not me.))
Saturday, we'd planned a big Father's Day celebration for Papa Kirk at the beach:
So it turns out after all 32 of us were settled at the beach, cars parked, stuff unloaded, tents and umbrellas set up, kites flying, kids in ocean, and sandwiches made.... the wind was blowing just a little too hard... and a little too cold., that whole June gloom thing, so we decided to pack up and head back to my parent's pool. Fifteen minutes inland makes a BIG difference. So.....
Back at the pool we got one of MOST of us,
missing: Mom, Kirk, Mila, Kirk, and Kenny
including (but you can't tell): little possible-girl in Melisa's tummy!