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Danny and Kelly

We had a great time with the last of our string of visitors when Danny and Kelly came to visit us last week. We had a lot of fun with them and hope they had a good time too.

Playing tether ball with somebody as tall as my brother is no small challenge, but Emily was determined to "verse him" (direct quote). Makayla tried, but decided the best she could do was stand and watch the ball go around the pole.
We visited Rick in "the city."
Rick took us to a sandwich place he goes to for lunch. It was a cute little restaurant.
We also walked down by the river to see the sites.
The girls talked Danny and Kelly into going ice skating with them.
Uncle Danny read tons of stories to the kids.
We enjoyed the visit and look forward to seeing them again soon. After Uncle Danny left, Ricky asked, "Who's coming next?" He had gotten used to having somebody come visit every few weeks. Unfortunately, I think that's it for the summer, but who knows. If you're coming through the area, stop by. We're always up for visitors.

Comments

Chalonn said…
Looks like a ton of fun! I'm guessing from the pictures that Danny is your brother???
Anjee said…
Looks like you had tons of fun with Daniel. I am so glad he got to come visit. Wish we could have been there for the birthday's too! Can I come live in your basement? I love it there. (Just kidding) not about loving it but about living there. Alhtough I still wish we lived close I am still having withdrawls Mergenthaler family withdrawls. We miss and love you.

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