The next day on Vashon looked a little bit like this...
And Coley's attitude looked a little like this...
We arrived late for the parade (it was the annual Strawberry Festival on Vashon) and tried to walk fast enough to get ahead of it, but we never really did.
And since it was a Strawberry Festival, there was Strawberry Shortcake for the strawberry lovers amongst us.
And hand-dipped corndogs for corndog lovers like Cole (but not until he had made ammends for his sour attitude.)
And then we told the kids they could each spend 10 bucks.
Amongst (many) other things, Luka and Yans both considered mustache sunglasses.
But ultimately, Yans couldn't resist a puppy puppet.
And Cole spend half of his money on a new hat and decided to save the other half.
And then we made the long treck back to the car. (I swear, it was parked at least two miles away.)
Back at Granny's, there were boys playing on the computer.
Little girls playing with puppy puppets.
Grown-up girls making iced coffees. (Spot that bag of tortilla chips in the background? They are the BEST bagged tortilla chips you'll ever eat, and they just so happen to be made here in Oregon.)
And lots of rough-housing and relaxation.
And then us grown-ups took the relaxation outdoors.
Not quite sure what my sister was talking about in that last shot.
Meanwhile, the kids decided to have a Nerf war.
Turns out that my sister's dog likes to "nip" (that's the word my sister uses to minimize the fact that her dog occassionally bites my children) kids having Nerf Wars though, so the kids had to take it inside.
I have no clue why Cole was wearing that towel, but rest-assured, he had shorts on underneath it.
And then, we reconvened downstairs for a few minutes while gathering out stuff for a walk up to the lighthouse.
Nice face Roscoe-T.
And then we set off for the lighthouse.
Ross found that walking-stick the day before and spent much of the weekend de-barking it.
And then we spent a few minutes flying kites and hanging out before making our way down to the beach.
And by the time we got back, it was time to get started on dinner.
And then we all ventured outside to check out how pretty the sky looked.
Dawn took that last one and I love it. (Thanks Dawn Fisk.)
And I set it up on a post with the self-timer for that one.
And then there was ice cream and grilled peaches.
And some more relaxation and rough-housing.
That's what happens when you shoot your mom in the head with a Nerf gun.
And then it was bedtime for the little kiddos.
Because us grown-ups were planning a late night of games.
It was my first time playing Cards Against Humanity, and though (very) funny, I found myself shaking my head in shock/repulsion/moral quandry with just about every round, but perhaps that is because (as Ross says) my belief system resembles a pilgrim's.
Looks like that round proved to be a bit too distasteful, even for Roscoe-T.
Must be the pilgrim genes.