Fun with Glue

Tomorrow we head off for a week at Lake Powell, and I meant to post my South Padre Island pics before we left. But instead of doing it, I didn't. I know how much all of you are just dying for another McMurry family travelogue, but you'll have to be in suspense for a week longer.

Until then, feast your eyes on this: The Great Glue-splosion of 2008




I was busy getting some crafty supplies together to help Riley make a collage, and I made the mistake of handing him the glue before I was ready to supervise. I just assumed the childproof plug and lid would be enough to stop him from doing any damage. Wrong. Apparantly, if you squeeze those things hard enough, you can pop the lid right off and send a flume of glue up to the ceiling.

I made Riley sit with the glue dripping down his face while I went and hunted for the camera. Then, I managed to snap a quick pic before he accidentally snorted some of the glue up his nose and started wailing. Oh, the price we make our children pay for our photo ops.

The Reunion

Riley and I have now returned from our month-long sojourn of vehicular togetherness. Over the past two and a half weeks, we have spent approximately 62 hours in a car together. First, we rode with my aunt to Utah for a week-long reunion at my Grandmas house (which Sam managed to weasel out of coming to). Then, we were home for an entire three days before we packed up again and took a family vacation to South Padre Island. ANd the best news of all??---we are doing the Utah trip one more time in just one short week for Lake Powell. Fun times, eh?

Anyway, here are a few pics from the family reunion. Stay tuned for the South Padre Island pics. I'll post them tomorrow (or whenever I get around to it).

The Guitar Heroes


Riding in Gramps' convertible
Construction Workers


After a Hard Day's Work
Playing with the relatives

The Traditional Eating of the Smores

On the way home, my aunt and my cousin decided we were going to stop off at one of the random prairie dog towns you can buy your way into on the Great Plains. We paid $9 for admission, and our money bought us a chance to:

1- Step in lots of prairie dog poo.
2-Feed the goats
3-Take a gander at the only living, six-legged cow in the world. I feel sorry for her, don't you? Look how she's hanging her head in shame. "Stop looking at me already. I know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak, why can't you people just leave me alone??"
4- See the biggest prairie dog in the world. I hate to bust your bubble, but it's a statue.

And while I was muttering under my breath the whole time about the ridiculous admission prices, Riley seemed to be having quite the grand ol' time. And I guess that's all that matters.