So, while Dave is in Alaska, I took the kids to my parents' in Missouri for the annual wagon train. We had a hot dog roast in their yard.
None of us could believe my dad actually let everyone roast their own...typically, he would wait until we were inside and distracted and then roast them all and just bring them in to us...citing convienence but we all know he just doesn't like to deal with the mess...so tonight we were happily surprised.
Riley insisted I take this pic.
There was a slight chill in the air, but not as much as Riley is indicating.
Tate completely loved it.
The umbrella is out because it was sprinkling off and on.
Bryce's 18th birthday is in 3 days, so my mom made him a cake and we celebrated together.
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