What a difference!

We're settling into the routine of summer around here: weekdays in the city and weekends at the camper. It seems like I'm always unpacking or packing something, but it's really enjoyable in the end. Well, except for the part on the highway where Aaron says "all done" and we're only 20 minutes from home. I'm particularly enjoying having our weekday evenings free to play in the yard before supper, head to the playground, or pollute the local wading pool. :)

This past weekend was the annual Falcon Lake Fair, something Meredith has been eagerly anticipating since last year's fair I think. At some point in the day she said to me, "This is the day of my dream!" What a kid! I managed to take not. one. picture. the. whole. fair. day. No pictures of their delighted faces on the rides, no pictures of their sticky mini-donut fingers.

All photographic hope is not lost, however. The kids each had a turn with the camera on the weekend.

First Meredith captured Daddy leaving the camper:

Next Aaron snapped a timeless shot of our picnic table, err Meredith.

And Meredith captured Aaron trying on her new hairband and channelling Stevie Wonder, all at the same time.

We thought it would be a nice idea to get an ice cream cone to start off the ride back to the city on Sunday. We probably won't do that again. What a difference three years makes in a child's ability to eat, not wear, an ice cream cone.