This was the weekend of cookouts. I'm pretty sure I have potato salad leaking from my bellybutton. We had people over Friday for a birthday party cookout for their children. Then we hit a nearby park for a free showing of Lilo and Stitch. Saturday we had another birthday party for some of Amy's nephews, which turned into a crazy gunfight when arabs tried to hijack our back deck and crash it into the people next door.

Then yesterday my Dad had a cookout at his house. We patched things up with the arabs and all had a good time shooting off fireworks and UN helicopters. We all got "LETS ROLL" tattoos and plan to spend the next 4th in Qatar.

In other news Helena watched Star Wars with me. Her favorite is Princess Leia, but when Amy got unruly last night, Helena threatened to call Darth Vader to hit her with his lightsaber. Mommy called her bluff with a call to Santa. Poor kid.