Doubles

Keep attacking the net Ava, just like you've been doing. My Dad's knee is killing him, so keep him moving! Also, keep hitting to your Dad's backhand.

OK, it's my serve, I'm going to try to jam them on my first, if that doesn't work I'll try my kick serve. We have these guys! They've got nothing! Keep battling! Just hit it back, all they do is commit unforced errors.

Sorry About That

"Dad, remember when you pinched my fingers in the salad spinner?"

"Yes, Elsie. You were helping me clean the salad and we really got it spinning. Sorry about that."

"Remember when I fell and did a backflip off the big girl swing at Ribfest?"

"Yes, I remember that one."

"Remember when you let go of my balloon in Wegman's parking lot and we watched it sail away together?"

"Yes, that was sad."

"Remember playing tennis with Ava and Chris and one of your forehand shots whacked me in the forehead?"

"Yeah Else, you looked at me and said, 'Why Daddy?' Sorry about that."

Summer Ava

Ava-

This Pirate's Booty is awesome. Mum has a whole bag in a cupboard in the kitchen, I know where it is.

Let's cook some grilled cheese on your play kitchen and take that car around the neighborhood. The one right behind me. Do you have the keys? Because I don't want my Dad to drive. He totally flipped me over last time I was at your house. We were coming back from the block drag race and he couldn't figure out the German engineering and we totally took a digger in the front yard. Bo and Mum were in the back so they missed it. Chris and you missed it too because you were like two laps ahead of us!

LOL. Friends 4EVER!

E

Polo Bear

The polo bear at the zoo must have been hungry. I think he could smell my goldfish.

Red Osier

Thank you Red Osier!

You are a Jewel of Western New York. Who knew that prime rib could be so tasty? We went to the original Red Osier restaurant on Friday night after a baseball game in Batavia (Victor lost the Section V A Championship 9-5). The restaurant was classic. Caesar's tossed tableside and a MOBILE prime rib cart where a guy cut it right at your table and he had some sweet AU JUS in a coffee thermos and poured it on your steak. You didn't even have to ask. It was like a given.

Dad ordered a 12 ounce portion and I ate about half of it. Pam, our waiter, pretty much wanted to go home like, the entire night. She was not having much fun. Although, she welcomed us to THE Red Osier, which I found interesting, because I think it's named after one guy, the founder or owner. She said, "My name is Pam, welcome to THE Red Osier." It's like his name had turned into this ultra prime rib brand name. It has a pretty sweet ring to it. "THE Red Osier". Because you can get Red Osier beef at like ballparks and stuff, but you can only visit THE Red Osier Restaurant.

That's me kissing the cow out front. On top of the cow, there is a tray with fake grapes, tomatoes, wine, and a big hunk of prime rib. It's kind of weird, because the cow is like serving itself on top of itself.

44 Pulls

It took Dad 44 pulls this year to get the mower going for the first time. Last year it took 39. Mum and I watched him from the window. He told me it's a good thing he was a quarterback because he really needed a strong arm to get it going.

I was like Dad why don't you prime it a little bit and clean the filter? Hello?!