The Burnt-Over Blog: Link N' Cousins

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Link N' Cousins

Before I begin the pictures of our adventures with my family, I just wanted to say a little about our fourth of July. The university for whatever reason has their fireworks on the night of the third, so we went to that. They have live bands play and the kids had fun dancing to the music. They of course loved the fireworks as well.

On the Fourth we went to a parade in the little town of Micanopy. The parade consisted mainly of people running for office, horses, old cars and tractors. That was about it but it went on a long time and the people were nice and friendly and Link made out with more candy than he gets at Halloween! We then took off for Cedar Key, a little fishing town on the Gulf Coast for their annual Clamerica Clam Festival. I personally had never had clams before so we got to get a plate of steamed ones and Link actually liked them. They were pretty good. They also had a nice beachy area to play in the ocean, and a playground for the kids. It was a fun time. When we came home we lit off some of our fireworks and Becca ooohed and aaahed at all the right places. That was our Fourth.

So now for the pictures of when we stayed with my parents and played with Link and Ella's cousins. They had so much fun playing with them that Link still asks to go and see Connor, Riley, Lexi, Brynn and Trevor in that order.

Links favorite thing to with with his cousins was to wrestle!

Cute Brynn

Link loved to swing on the swings. He called this position the Spider-Man. Why not Superman I don't know but he seems to like Spider-Man better.

These next two pictures are one of my favorites. How Link and Connor got so synchronized I will never know but it worked out perfect!

Lincoln tickling baby Abbie Joy Joy as he calls her. He got her to laugh pretty good.

That is the end of that. The other half of our trip to Layton will be aired shortly.

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