The dad returns.

Joel came home! The girls were deranged with happiness. We dragged him to the farmer's market with us so we could get ice cream, and buy 20 lbs of peaches.

And then we went to Ribfest. There was bouncy castles!

Geneva was like, Oh yes, I am familiar with trampolines, I know just what to do here.

There was a bouncy obstacle course!

Look at that tiny cheerleader in the back. She needs a little flag to wave.

There was a petting zoo! Geneva did not trust the goat.

Eleanor scammed three separate dollars off of me to buy feed cones, to feed the animals. HERE GO YOU, DONKEY.

HERE YOU GO, GOATS.

COME HERE BABY GOAT I HAVE SOME FOOD FOR YOU.

HERE YOU GO, VERY LARGE RAM WITH BIG AND LARGE HORNS.

Also, the pony rides were free. Free. Eleanor rode ponies THREE TIMES.

Geneva rode a pony, too, because come on. She is like ok this is a thing that is happening ok. 

And then obviously there were ribs.

NOT THOSE RIBS, Eleanor.

That is her 'waiting for ribs' face.

That is Geneva's.

Those are the ribs. PUT THE BEANS INTO MY MOUTH.

Can't talk, ribsing.

Talking despite ribsing.

Buncha bitches, buncha ribs.

And then this morning we went to the lake.

Lakers be laking. Now Joel is working basically constantly until Wednesday evening, but we don't even mind. LOOK AT THE WEEKEND WE HAD. So we'll kill the hours playing a game Eleanor invented, where we take turns being the one who is going to a wedding with a picnic, who shares it with the other one, who forgot her picnic.

Geneva cameos as the tiny drunk who barely napped today.