ColoradoBennett--Callooh! Callay!

Allow me to explain. The first photo is Kaia cheering on the boats at the Dragon Boat festival on Sunday. That was a blast. We took Max with us (he rode on my lap in the jeep on the way there) and we got lots of attention. "Wow look at that horse!" "That's a big *&^$#@ dog!", etc. Next picture was taken on Monday night at the infamous (that means more than famous) Lakeside amusement park in Denver. We were there with the Stinchfield's and had a blissfully wonderful time. In this shot in paticular, Sadie is crying because the rollercoaster is about to take off and she really doesn't want to be on there. Sierra held her hands up in the air and laughed every time she passed us. But Sadie quickly recovered and was back to riding the airplanes and motorcycle rides with her cousin. Then the classic bathtub shot. Sierra moped around all day today saying that she missed her cousins and wants them to drive back. Can you do that please, Brooke? Just turn around that 55 ft. Uhaul, and your car packed with three kids, a dog, and a cat and come back for a few days? You guys are amazing. I can't believe how well you are handling the move from GA to WA. I want to curl up in the fetal position and cry just thinking about it.
And now a poem:
Jabberwocky
"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths out grabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws the catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling though the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock!
Come to my arms, by beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson