Back Yard Fun

We're always up for spontaneous. In fact, most of the time, spontaneously getting together with friends - totally last minute - usually ends up WAY easier than trying to coordinate calenders between 4 grown ups, 4 kids and our fish.

Transition.

Here's what I love about dads. They play with the kids. For a long time. And that's good for everyone. The moms get to sit and eat and gab and be away from the little people in their lives. The kids get totally exhausted by endlessly chasing their daddies and their laughter and squeals of delight just make everyone smile. The dads feel like heroes because they somehow envision themselves in an "across.the.oceans.medieval.battle" that saves all of civilization when in reality they're simply playing "water balloons" with the kids.

That's what we Clarks like to call a "win-win-win".

Moms sitting.

Children running.

Fathers competing.

Every little body is happy. Bring on the dessert people.

And so we found ourselves over at the Sorensen's last Saturday night, with the Kellers; our friends that moved to Southern Illinois a couple years ago. It just all of a sudden happened.

Weather: perfect.

Food: delicious.

Friends: fan-TAS-tic.

Water: priceless.

Ken launched the sneak attack, pouring water out the 2nd floor window onto unsuspecting kids. Then used said weapon to torture and frighten small children.

Eric found hiding behind a 'see-through' chair to be somewhat effective.

Little Arjay {3} was LOVING this battle. He kept going after his daddy and his daddy kept comPLETELY drenching him. And he'd do it again. And again. And again.

And as always, you'll find Jackson near the girls. He does love Greta.

{And I'm bummed because there aren't more pictures of Klara, Maddie and Faith. I think they were on "fill-up-the-balloons" duty so I didn't catch them in action.}

I guess this calls for a rematch, Dads.