Rick and Debi Meinzer's house
I tried to spare you all the crazy amount of crack that was exposed this day so you can thank me now. This is Monday at Rick and Debi's house. Rick brought his guys Oscar and Alfonso over to catch the fish and drain the pond. This was the highlight of my boys' life so far. They have not lived until now. I'm afraid all their other uncle's don't hold a candle to Rick after the pond drainage experience.
#1 - catching the fish (note: we start with clothes on)
#2 - pond half way down. Hud - half way naked
#3. Sorting the fish (the koi and trout mated so they had to be separated again)
Yes, that's snow in the background. Any chance to get naked though, right?
#4. Bryson decided to help sort piles of dead fish (still fully dressed)
$5. Might as well dig in and help while you can. This was before Rick started throwing the fish at him.
#6. Found a comfy spot on a cold hard rock
#7. Fine. I'll take my shirt off too. Then I'll torture some more 1/2 dead fish
#8. Who needs pants? It's almost 50 degrees outside. Practically hot!
When Jacob got home from school a bunch of neighborhood boys followed him down to the pond to check it out. Hudson was watching from the window and had a FIT when the boys got near his fish. He told Jacob "It hurt my feelings when you were playing with my fish because they are really super special to me!" (they are also DEAD, I might add) He also told Tanner "Hey this is cool! I can squish their eyeballs out!" (oh yea!)
Visit with the Browns
Some of the kids loved sliding down the stairs . . .
. . . and some did not. At all.
Cute little mini Brian. or Max.
Bryson loves his babies
They may not know it but they will be married one day:)
We got to hand out with the Brown's most of the day on Saturday and it was wonderful. We miss them so much and its always so fun to get together with them. It's so easy and natural and feels just like old times. We wish we could see them more often but we're glad they are the kind of friends we will always be close with.
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