You say Weenie Burger, I say Burger Dog...Tomato, TomAtoh.

     It's been a little over a month and a half since we graduated from our humble little apartment in the lower valley to a quaint house with the one thing that Cristina and the kids had been wanting for awhile - a Yard. And even though we were unpacked over a month ago, the place just hasn't felt like home. 

     That all changed this weekend. With my parents nursing hangovers (well maybe that's a little harsh, they were just really tired) from a birthday party hosted on Saturday, and Cristina's parents enjoying a Sunday to themselves, we took it upon ourselves to throw our very first family cookout. The burgers and weenies were a little over cooked but ultimately, I got the job done. Darc even got a chance to reenact a dish from one of his favorite shows, Uncle Grandpa. 

 

     He calls it a Weenie Burger, but I think it looks more like a Burger Dog. Either way, I can think of more unappetizing things I concocted as a child. Have you ever heard of a Hot Cheetoh Sandwich? Or how about a Hot Sauce Burrito?

     Millie had a blast in the three kiddie pools (thanks Mom!) that Cristina arranged into a makeshift miniature Waterpark. I'm pretty sure that when we make our next big move, a pool will be a must. 

    I can see now why it was so important for Cristina to have a yard. I guess I forgot all the fun that comes with enjoying family and the sun in your own little private escape.