Summertime.

Nothing says summertime like this picture. A sweet girl gobbling up sweet corn.

Dave and I attended the summer festival in our adopted hometown. In great summer fashion, we walked downtown with neighbors and met up with other friends. It was a beautiful summer evening with live music, cheese curds, and vendors selling crocheted hats, jewelry, and Wolf T-shirts. We did eat the sweet corn, but we ate more of the stuff we shouldn't have.... pork chops, french fries, fried cheese curds, funnel cakes. Just thinking about our food consumption on Saturday night makes me want to take a pressure washer to my stomach. We will do better.

This week we learned our little Jack really isn't so little at all. He's in the 95 percentile....meaning he's one big baby. He weighed in at 21 pounds and 27 inches at 18 weeks/4 1/2 months old. We're getting some biceps picking our little linebacker up and toting him around. Dave already has dreams of a hockey forward....who will perform better than Dave did at his favorite booth. A kid from the hockey team played goalie while you could try your shot at scoring. One buck bought you three shots and if you won, you got a Coke, er...up here they call it Pop. Not a bad deal. Although the Diet Coke we got wound up costing us 2 bucks, or 6 shots.