~ Lydia M. Child
There is certainly nothing gentle about the voices in our house. In fact LOUD is something we do really well. Also Phil is called many things, Dad, Daddy, Appa and Pappa but never Father. HE is, however, certainly blessed by the many tiny humans who live in our house. The rest of us are blessed by our loving Daddy.
We got the chance to celebrate our Dad on Sunday. We had a fabulous day. We started by going over to Wabasha where we played on the beach and swam in the Mississippi river. We also had a picnic and got ice cream from D.Q. After returning home and taking naps we got dressed up and took Daddy out to Osaka for some hibachi cooking. We hope Dad had a good day because the rest of us sure had fun.
Hey look at that really white guy in the river. Could ALL those kids be his?
Enjoying a picnic under a tree.
Charli LOVED the sand!
Gabe in his too cool and scary snake gogles.
Ellie enjoying the river.
We decided to bury big sister in the sand.
No summer adventure is complete with ice cream.
Charli feels the same way. She must be a Germann.
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