Church Picnic
Every year, our church family gets together for some fancy grilling, fellowship, and a mean game of badminton or two. This year was no exception and the games were even meaner - as was the heat. The guys tossed a football around for a bit while a bunch of girls ganged up on the saucer swings. There was a dual between a couple of the larger boys on the swingset and some serious competition at the badminton net-turned-volleyball. A few fluffly little Pomeranian pups joined the fun and were nearly mauled to death (particularly by my daughter who would have taken one home if not for her anti-dog father...but we won't go there...it's a sore subject). The grilled dogs were great, too, as was the fried chicken and bison burgers (or so I was told). I was particularly fond of the mint Oreos and my homemade No Bake Peanut Butter cookies (that all melted together into one big ole cookie). I already can't wait for the 2011 picnic!
We grill in style. No charcoal agony for us.
One of the poor lil' fur balls (and my daughter smothering it to death).
A little possessive, wouldn't you agree? No touchy...
Yes Sir - that's my baby.
Definitely a music man here
Some would call that bucket of chicken, pot of beef, and the bag of Lays a classic picnic dish.
Now this is what I call picnic necessities!
Bison Burgers in the making...
A ball of fur and...yup...you guessed it
Refreshment at it's best - if you're a Pepsi drinker.
Awwww...the happy couple.
Good catch!
Let's pause for a puppy moment.
And now for some airborn volleyball.
Some kids just don't play well with others.
And some husbands and wives don't play well with one another.
The Champ.
These girls are watching over the kiddos at the playground (and secretly wishing they could take a turn on the twirly slide).
Serious rock climbing talent.
Building strong boys right from the git-go.
There's that face again...
Another victim.
Can she hit the birdie?
Yours truly going after the birdie.
The big boys hard at work.
What's this? Someone trying to take over my job??
How many girls can you pile onto a saucer before it comes crashing down?
No boys allowed!
All work and no play makes Eliezer a dull boy.
Up and coming volleyballist.
All children everywhere need baths at the end of this day!
A beautiful end to a beautiful day.
We grill in style. No charcoal agony for us.
One of the poor lil' fur balls (and my daughter smothering it to death).
A little possessive, wouldn't you agree? No touchy...
Yes Sir - that's my baby.
Definitely a music man here
Some would call that bucket of chicken, pot of beef, and the bag of Lays a classic picnic dish.
Now this is what I call picnic necessities!
Bison Burgers in the making...
A ball of fur and...yup...you guessed it
Refreshment at it's best - if you're a Pepsi drinker.
Awwww...the happy couple.
Good catch!
Let's pause for a puppy moment.
And now for some airborn volleyball.
Some kids just don't play well with others.
And some husbands and wives don't play well with one another.
The Champ.
These girls are watching over the kiddos at the playground (and secretly wishing they could take a turn on the twirly slide).
Serious rock climbing talent.
Building strong boys right from the git-go.
There's that face again...
Another victim.
Can she hit the birdie?
Yours truly going after the birdie.
The big boys hard at work.
What's this? Someone trying to take over my job??
How many girls can you pile onto a saucer before it comes crashing down?
No boys allowed!
All work and no play makes Eliezer a dull boy.
Up and coming volleyballist.
All children everywhere need baths at the end of this day!
A beautiful end to a beautiful day.
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