backlog of blogs

it has been a whirlwind last week and a half....lots of things going on, which translates to lots of things to blog about, which translates to not a lot of time to blog, which translates to a backlog of blogs. and so...the last week and a half in pictures (mostly)

first we went camping which gave me a chance to use my headlamp for real, provided opportunities for general store photo opps, included delicious malt-o-meal breakfasts, included a bonfire, a trip to the beach on bike, a trip to wine tasting on bike, lots of watermelon, a return trip to the beach in car, the chance to use the hatchet I always fear falling on my head, and the opportunity to mangle a can with a swiss army knife (apparently it was someone's cruel joke to offer us this when we asked to borrow a can opener), then loaded the bikes back on the bunny, and headed home where we got stuck in pride parade diverted traffic.

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Then there was camp invention. where on day two in pattern kingdom the kids played with bubbles because the provided curriculum sucked....who wants to measure lines of masking tape at summer camp?...bubble day was also crazy hat day. on the last day of camp king pattern came to visit the kingdom, and he turned in to king pattern-zilla at the end of the day

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and then we went to the taste where we feasted on crazy potato chips (I want to try this with an apple peeler corer slicer) and chicago dogs (fabulously crispy dogs), barbecued turkey legs (delish as always...though if they injected the bbq sauce it would have been even better), crab cake nuggets (yum...crab, though I prefer my crab cakes unbreaded) , cajun meatballs (spicy...but good), sweet potato hashbrowns (would have been better if they were crispy), jerk chicken (translation: mouth on fire chicken) and hibiscus tea sorbet (hands down my favorite thing I ate), and chocolate dipped frozen cheesecake squares (100 % YUM...we even had 2 since the mobs wouldnt let us to our fried dough). the night ended with pictures and head kisses after giving up on ever making it though the mobs on the street, granted, we barely managed to get out minutes before stabbings and riots.

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and then there was the 4th of july (preceded of course by my birthday but we can afford another post for that!)....when we spent the day being lumps...then rode bikes to the evanston fireworks