We got back from the beach over a week ago but just as soon as I got done vacuuming the sand out of my car, my good friend Carly made a somewhat impromptu trip down to see us. The best way to beat the post-vacation blues? Just have terribly fun house guests come and hang out for a few days. And now I find my camera's memory card filled up with photos of the beach, of Sea World, of Carly and Sadie and cowboys from Trail Dust Town and Sonoran Hot Dogs from El Guero Canelo (wait, I didn't take any pictures of that, but you get the idea) and I need to sit down and make blog sense of it all. And I will real soon, but in the mean time I want to tell you about the Human Rubberband*, a must for any big family gathering.
Clark with his sisters, Jan, Cassie and Joy, playing the Human Rubberband game- players opposite each other run to the other side, passing the other person on the right DEFINITELY NOT THE LEFT and switch and swap and run and fling and collide and concuss. Repeat until someone is flung into the ocean and gobbled up by a shark.
It may just be a giant piece of lyrca, but this thing is seriously fun. I wish I had thought to get some video footage of my nieces and nephews flinging their bodies around and sometimes into each other. I tried it myself and was glad that it wasn't me who collided with someone else (Clark and Sherry? Kylee and Joy? I can't remember who crashed). Check out more photos below and stay tuned for SHAMU, except not Shamu since we went all the way to Sea World and didn't go the Shamu show. Ever since that terrible accident, people don't get in the water with the whales and I've heard the show isn't that cool any more. We skipped it.
Moral of the story- play with Human Rubberbands and not killer whales.
* I love how this thing has an Owner's Manual, hilarious. Tools needed? One human rubberband and 4 healthy individuals.