Before the adult festivities, the kids had what started out as a little water gun fight. Here they are filling up their guns. Sweet, innocent, and safe.
Um...until Uncle Scott decided to dump the bucket on their heads.
They scattered, like roaches. Like screaming roaches.
Josh and Lydia weren't happy.
The hoses came out, and chaos followed. No one was safe.
Then there were races for the kids, once they figured out how to line up. They raced in their pajamas because their clothes were wet. It's a new tradition. Pajama Races.
Joey didn't quite understand the concept of running to the finish line. He, um, went a little nuts.
That night we put the kids to bed, and I was introduced to Guitar Hero. A little Guns n' Roses is good for the soul. Again, no pictures, I was rockin'.
I wanna rock and roll all night. And party every day.
Thanks, Katie. Don't go home.