Best. Birthday. Ever.

My loves are back from Grammy and Grandpa's summer camp so we had to kick off their return with a bang. They arrived home on Tuesday and after major hugs and unpacking (ie Grammy emptying boxes in the living room) we went to work on getting the party started!

We had it on Thursday, which is a hard time for people to come after work, so it ended up only being Thatch's friend Porter and his little brother Alister. We didn't let that stop us though :)  It was shark theme, because if you know Thatch at all you'd know he's a freak about sharks. His first choice was Sharknado but Pinterest can only provide so many ideas before it says "you're being weird, pick another party theme". 

We started out in the pool for an hour, finished up with a water balloon fight, giant bubbles (which I got in Alister's eyes...yikes) and then cake and presents. Here's is the photographic evidence.

Since coming home from summer camp Cooper has become a fish. He LOVES swimming now! Also, he thinks splashing the camera is funny. It's not.

Harps is hard to photograph in a pool, especially with her constantly trying to drown herself. My feel look great though.

Alister about to nail Porter. I adore action shots :D

Action shots again. Loves it.

Look at that butt tan line. Ha.

My pinterest part decorations.  Awesome.

Before shot.

Action shot.

After shot. Cupcakes are a big deal in Yarsleyville.

Looks like they are in Porterville too.

 And then we showered and loaded up the gang to go to Seattle for the night...because we took them to Seahawks Training Camp for Thatch's birthday!!!

All clean and ready to head to the hotel. 

 We rented a suite (with JY's BP discount) and stayed in Renton so we wouldn't have to wake up at 5 am and drive down there the morning of. It seemed like a great idea until it was time to wake H up and then try to put her back to sleep. I was this close to calling the front desk and asking them to deal with that child.

Us on the school bus to camp. Literally a school bus. Cooper was thrilled. As we pulled onto the 405 I was terrified.

H in the backpack. She was ready for some football. (You know you just sang that in your head. Well, now you did.)

Our first celebrity spotting. Blitz the Seahawk.

Watching some practice. We're all about that action, Boss.

We dragged Auntie B with us because Russell Wilson is single now, and we love her. She's not such a fan of football though, especially when someone is throwing one at her, Thatcher.

Russell Wilson. My zoom sucks. He doesn't.

After this we went and perused the gift shop and bought a bunch of stuff we didn't "really" need. What ever, we needed football cards, who am I kidding? While we were down there J got a hot tip from a security guard to tell us where to stand when practice is over. Well, it was a REALLY hot tip because this happened...

Thatch and future hall of famer Russell Okung. He signed his ball next. By the way, these two pictures are from the Seahawks webpage because we're kind of a big deal, which even they knew.

Yeah, I made a sign. I'm shameless. Do you see Coops and JY in the picture? I think this is the first photo we've been in together since our wedding. 

And the absolutely Grandest Finale that ever could have happened...He got Russell Wilson's autograph as his last signature on his ball. Thatch was the very last signature he gave out that day before running back into the VMAC to quarterback practice. We ALL practically peed ourselves, but T only jumped up and down like a giddy schoolboy. 

We had SO much fun at Seahawks camp that I believe we're planning on doing it for ever and ever and ever for every birthday from now on. Thatcher still gazes at his ball and Jonathan is planning on putting it into a glass case (overkill much?). I think there is one particular little Yarsley fellow that will be remembering his 8th birthday forever.

And with that, I bid ado. Also, I'm taking the computer in to the shop because someone (Harper) pushed it off the couch and the screen is hanging on by a thin piece of plastic. Sheesh.  

Love you all long time,

S