My awesome mother-in-law bought an inflatable water slide for the girls to use this summer while they spend the days with us, the most boring aunt and uncle on the face of the earth. The kids seem to have fun on it, wrinkled little fingers, red eyes and swimsuits up their cracks and all.

They decided it'd be more fun to lose their scalps by going backwards down it rather than forward-facing and hoping they flipped off and smeared themselves on the patio:

Handsome guarded the little lake at the end, cheering the girls on as they water-logged themselves.

He decided to get in on the action and also go backwards. I gave up trying to save them from themselves and just started taking pictures again. What's a little grass in the eye or wrought-iron table up the ass when you're having fun?

Here's where we destroyed the grass with the amount of water expelled from the slide, not that I am too heartbroken about our nasty, knobby grass being torn up. Southern Texas employs St. Augustine grass, which they thought by naming it after a saint that it would be a wonderous thing. It's not. It's like a vine, a weed, and crabgrass all in one. A trifecta of texture that makes you stay off it, encouraging it to live.

A sweet picture of the nieces' feet. Bubba and Handsome are standing off to the side, illuminating the picture with their fluorescent skin, just like Mommy's:

While they were playing, I also took pictures of the clouds. I have to share my favorite one, and just add that maybe this is the image that got my mind thinking about procreating and accidently making this little rugrat that is causing such terrible morning sickness and exhaustion: