Summer friends gathered

I swear I'm not trying to just piggyback my blog on to Maggie's blog, but she wrote up a beautiful description of our weekend from a while back, a tear-jerker that I'm sure I can't improve upon, but what I do have to add is: all the pictures!  (Well, there aren't any of pool time, and I seem to have made that age-old mistake of not taking any pictures of us adult girlfriends, but still, here are a lot of pictures from our weekend.)

Thanks for coming to visit, Kelly!  I'm so fortunate to be in close touch with a handful of my girlfriends from high school despite the fact that we're scattered across the country.  It's an added blessing to watch our children become honest to goodness friends, not just kids forced to hang out together.  Realistically I know that may or may not last as they get older and develop different interests and follow different paths, but for now, it's something to savor...like Miko's Italian Ice on a warm summer day.  Mmmmm....get the coconut, it's my favorite!

We had a "sure, you can wear your princess gowns/crowns/wings" to Millenium Park kind of day.  

One of the freaky things that I love about going to Millenium Park is that despite the fact that there are always thousands of people there, somehow I always end up with a few photos making it look like we had the place to ourselves.


This may have been the moment that he decided that he was really, really mad at me for neglecting to bring his rash guard (long-sleeved sun shirt). Cue total meltdown that cut our fun short.



Really, it was epic. He was offered his own shirt. He was offered Miles's sun shirt. He was consoled. He was inconsolable.



Later, back at the ranch...

The next day at the Logan Square el stop...
Another day, another piece of colorful headwear.
(I swear, no one put them up to this little dancing-in-a-circle game.)

Okay, these next two are a little sad, but Georgia was hit hard by the dose of Benadryl we gave her as a result of a mystery hive on her cheek. Who knows, it might've been a bug bite. But such is life with a food allergic child.


Later, back in the 'burbs...
The last known photograph of this happy crew taken before their fateful crash. No one on board was spared tears.