One Final Week with the Babies Before School Starts

That is a HEAVY title. We have had five and a half unadulterated years with Baby being able to come and visit anytime her parents bring her, but with the start of kindergarten, our lives will never be the same again. (Well, at least until one of my other children either has children or even gets married, but that's another topic for another time...but what a blessed day THAT will be in my life.)

So, we made the most of it. We visited Glo countless times at Five Guys, and it was always so fun. She gave us some free food, we ate a lot of food, and it was tasty food. SO MUCH FOOD. And we got to see Glo. I think Brother will be vastly disappointed anytime we go now, not seeing Glo behind the counter, and not getting his personalized hot dog.

We swam. The babies hadn't been here all summer to swim, so we swam. Just about everyday. I loved it. It's crazy to think back to the beginning of last summer when Baby needed a swim vest and would barely put her face in the water (even crazier to think about when she CRIED as a baby in the pool...). Now, she's doing cannonballs and swimming the entire length of the pool!

We went to a Tigers game. Wow, the babies are so good at the games. They are long games, but they never complain. Of course, it might help that we give them any food they want ;-). And while there, Brother pulled out Baby's front tooth!

Toothless!

We made cookies for Glo to take to work, and we made stove top s'mores the final night.

We ate al fresco as many nights as possible and fed corn to our newly adopted ugliest-giraffe-on-the-planet (ugly giraffes gotta eat too!)

We rescued a birthday balloon with kitchen tongs and 6'4" of height.

And we celebrated our August birthday with cake and a final DND episode.

What a way to end summer, 2021!

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