hot dogs, baseball and dog poop.

For FHE last night we took advantage of the {absolutely gorgeous} weather and bbqed at the park. We had a truly balanced meal which consisted of hot dogs, cantaloupe & mango and Cheetos.. all of which left Simon's face looking a little orange.

After dinner (and zero dishes) we played baseball in the grass. It would have been a fabulous game had we not invited our dog. Anytime anyone hit the ball, she was the first to grab it... and it took us 10 minutes in between each hit to get it out of her mouth. The kids (and daddy) literally spent the whole time chasing her around, trying to get the ball. I was struggling with my new camera trying to find a way to take focused pictures without using the flash. Not easy to do when everyone is running around.

After it got dark, Sunny finally settled down and stopped hogging the ball. I was so proud of her and was about to tell her what a good girl she was being when she squatted right in the middle of our playing field and pooped. It became the new second base.

Having a dog has been quite the adventure-- but it's not as picture perfect as we had imagined. In fact, sometimes it's down right poopy. She can be a big fat stinker, but it's hart to stay mad at her for long.

Oh, yes and Zack came too, but it was really hard to keep him in one place. This is the only picture I got of him and it's not one to be proud of, but it is evidence that he was present (and happy to be alive!)

Ps. My husband is super sexy when he:
1. cooks dinner
2. wears cute "dad outfits" to the park
3. plays sports with my kids
4. doesn't complain when I take pictures
5. cleans up crap