VA Beach Camping/Father’s Day

We went camping with Marc, Megan, Adrian, and Beatrice. We touched a frog, we got lost, we saw mermaid daddy, we read The Lolackths (Lorax).

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Here we are in the back seat, on our way.

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George and Beatrice put stuff in their mouths.

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Others hung out in hammocks. I wish I could find the picture of me and Steve in the hammock with Marc on our camping trip in 2010. But I think it’s on an old hard drive that weighs as much as an iron and has a cord that is not USB.

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This is like the most casual sleeping situation George has ever known. 

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Turning now to Father’s Day. Steve does so much for me and the children, next-door-neighbor Dorothy gets mad at me sometimes. You don’t know how good you have it, she says in her 80-year-old, Irish Catholic, Fairfax County way. Probably not! DSC_0010

We love him, and we would not have survived in the wilds of 1957, Dorothy, when wives did all the things that wives back then did. 

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Della made this tie-dyed-T-shirt picture frame for Dad. Or anyway somebody made it. We have all these daycare craft projects on the fridge, and sometimes Della walks by and says, “Michelle made that.” 

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Couple of expired flower pictures to round things out. We love you, Steve! 

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