Red, White, and Blue

I hope everyone had a nice Fourth of July weekend. I don't know about you, but I always find it to be an exhausting holiday, there always seems to be so much going on.

And, of course, I like to complicate things by adding even more to an already crazy schedule. There are just too many cool ideas out there to try.

For example, I've been wanting to make the girls and I patriotic flip flops for years, and I finally got them done this year. Of course it was July 3rd before I even started on them, but they're done. And never mind that Stinkerbell's flip flops are several sizes too big for her. She'll grow into them. Eventually.

To kick off our exhausting holiday every year, we bike into town to watch the parade. Peanut Head wanted to take Gunny with us this year, and since none of us was clamoring to wear Mr. Poochie Pants in the baby carrier, Peanut Head found this nifty little Walkie Dog contraption that attaches to the bike.

Since you know I never pass up an opportunity to make fun of Peanut Head, I'm going to stop and share the reason behind this seemingly unnecessary piece of equipment. 

Since summer has sort of hit in Idaho, we've been taking bike rides together as a family. Gunny has accompanied us on many bike rides and, because I possess an uncanny ability to exercise my imagination in regards to all things that could possibly go wrong in any given situation, a gift to all mothers upon expelling their first born, I was not about to man the leash with our sweet little dogidita at the other end.

Think about it.

Yep. The Gunesita loves to run in front of Peanut Head's bike. After which Peanut Head does a marvelous flip, head over heels over his handlebars, with his back tire following him in his graceful dive to the ground, and landing atop his incredulous, but apparently unimaginative peanut head.

And my friends, it is all I can do to restrain my laughter, giving myself an implosive inward snort that must be embraced with a violent cranial hug, thereby dang near giving myself a nose bleed. It's a painful process that has been repeated over and over and over again. I only wish I had some footage to share with you.

Not of myself, of course, but of Peanut Head's aerial feat.

Now you know. This seemingly unnecessary piece of equipment, the Walky Dog Bicycle Leash, is a very necessary piece of equipment. You could say it's the glue that is holding my marriage together at the moment.

Since I possess a minimal amount of self-control.

And Gunny loves it. He will run for hours and hours and hours along side his Peanut Head. He will run until he is no longer propelling Peanut Head's bike, his tongue dragging on the ground, his eyes rolling back in his head.

All the while with a smile on his face.

And then Peanut Head, because he loves his little dogidita mucho, will stop and put him in this little baby buggy.

And together they will ride off into the sunset. A man and his dog.

Two grunts in love.

It's a vicious cycle.

Completely unrelated, except as it applies to the holiday weekend, I made some patriotic Rice Krispies treats. I haven't made these in years, and I was amazed at how easy they are. 

Since I plan to make them more often, I couldn't resist making a recipe card for them.

Not that you need a recipe card, because the recipe is on the cereal box. Doi. But you know me, I'm all about the cute.

Have a great week, Peeps!