Not Very Timely . . .

This week kind of got away from me, what with my crippled back and all. So let me just throw some pictures from Memorial Day weekend your way now, okay? Great.

A. bought a new (family-sized--whee, but not really) tent and decided to set it up on the lawn just to inspect it.

It's teepee-style, which means A. can stand up in it to put his pants on in the morning. An important selling point for him.

And do you think that tent was going to be on our lawn and not have two small boys sleeping in it that night?

Not a chance.

We also spent some time on our beach.

Where A. showed Cubby (and Jack) how the spiles for collecting maple sap used to be made out of hollowed-out sumac twigs. At least, I think it was sumac.

There was also some sunning and cooking of steaks over that fire in the background.

Not sure exactly what Charlie is doing here, other than his standard Lord of the Flies impression.

And Jack just kind of hung out, chewing on his fists in his stroller. We all have our own way of celebrating.

And there you have it: Memorial Day weekend at Blackrock. Always a party.