Monday in Mern- June.

In Henry's words "we're all out of smoke," or we ran out of steam. We were supposed to go home on Monday, but we decided instead to stay until Tuesday. The promise of grilling out the bleu cheese bacon burgers that Grandma picked up at the store helped with our decision too.

We spent most of the day in our jammers until Henry decided that he had better fit in a workout.

When the chalkboard was full, mama told him to use the paper towels to clean it off, so he did.

Eat it up Aunt Jenni, Grams has her old horse, exposed springs and all. And Henry can really make it buck. It jumped all over the floor and mama was sure a spring would break and send Buster flying into the cinder block wall.

Of course that didn't happen and Henry had a good time demanding that mama go in the other room, wait for him to call her, then come out, DON'T TALK, and just take pictures.

Monday was also papa's birthday. As a special present, Aunt Girl took Henry out for a McDonalds picnic in the park while mama, papa, Grams, and I went out to eat. Thanks Aunt Girl! We actually had a good time! We all met up at the park afterward.

Aunt Girl and I liked going down the slide.

This playground was great because it was all enclosed and there were very few places a little girl could fall off, so I got to go wherever I wanted.

After supper, we played outside. Henry and I dared each other to do tricks on the slide.

He went down the slide headfirst.

I dangled precariously.

Either mama and papa are just more relaxed or I am much more bold than Henry was at this age. He's still known to be quite cautious. But I throw caution to the wind.

Take that, slide!

And although I refused to walk at the Seiberts, I took a couple steps at the Cooper's. There's less of a chance of getting clobbered by another kid there.

A big highlight of the weekend was the birds nest next to the back door. When we left on Friday, there were just eggs inside, but when we got back, there were baby birds. We all conquered Aunt Girl's fear of getting dive bombed by the mama bird and stole a peak. Turns out that newborn birds aren't quite as cute as baby bunnies. Yuck.

Grams got an ice cream cake for papa's birthday. Henry made sure to count the candles.

And we all sang him Happy Birthday!