Category Archives: Boler

Kyra had her “friends” birthay party yesterday. (Her birthday isn’t until September.) She wanted it at the same place Andrew had his (the indoor inflatible, super jump/slides place), but with a different cake:

No one does ostentaious birthday cakes like Disney

Then, after the party, I drove the kids out to the campsite where Bob had the Boler set up on its maiden voyage.

The Boler in its natural environment

Kyra on the steps, wearing Andrew’s Naruto sleeping cap and playing with her new Island Princess Barbie–two camping essentials

Andrew steals a little reading time

Beef — It’s what’s for dinner

Marshmallows — It’s what’s for dessert

Synchronized Tag

I think it’s safe to  say a good time was had by all.

A blog in mostly photos, since I’m exhausted.

Some pre-party karate, just to get the blood going

No party’s complete without some large inflatable thing to crawl though.

Or a large inflatable thing to sit on.

Candle malfunction. It took Andrew something like five tries to blow them out.

You know she’s totally coveting the inflatable princess/prince chair.

Nothing says happy birthday like a hamburger cake.

The side view really does it justice.

And now, more Boler lust for Darcy:

We have bunk beds!

The kitchen vanity that Bob built.

The Boler, she has a door. Ah, privacy.

We went to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum today with my mom. The kids were all excited about the new maze they have, Andrew was intent on the Japanese gardens in hopes of catching a fish, and a good time was had by all.

Andrew has his “pinecone buddy.” Kyra has attitude.

Which way next?

A view from the top.

Kyra’s on top of the world

Kyra and the flowers

Andrew really wanted to catch a fish.

And for Darcy (you know why): A Ginkgo tree!

Also for Darcy — Boler Lust!

Tomorrow–pictures of the maiden voyage of the canoe–that’s where we went this afternoon. Just call us the nature family. Or insane. That works too.

The Boler has a new “home” under a respectable looking tarp thingy.

Primed and ready for painting, and so is Miss B.

Andrew puts together Bob’s early father’s day gift.

An almost eleven year old and power tools. Yeah. I know. Actually, Andrew did a good job and Bob was there the whole time. It was one of those father/son pass along the knowledge to the next generation types of things. I think Hallmark came by and took a picture.

I took the kids to the store. All I can say is four year old + vanilla bean blended crème + Barnes and Noble = Disaster. Don’t ask.

Then, while we were leaving the grocery store, Andrew asked me: “Why do people do that?”
“What?” I wanted to know.
“Say ‘Either’s fine,’ when they ask paper or plastic. They asked you a specific question. “Either’s fine” isn’t one of the options.”

So, next time you’re tempted to respond with: “Either’s fine,” remember that somewhere you’re irking an almost eleven-year-old boy.