SUMMER MOVES

So, allow me to expound on this a bit. In short, Hayley hijacked the blog. When she found out that perhaps there was a website upon which she could be the star, and nearly instantaneously post photos just after taking them, well... this is what happened.

This post was art directed and written by Hayley K-D.

She determined the positioning for each photograph, and titled them (appropriately, or inappropriately... whichever way you want to look at it).

She also titled the post: "Summer Moves" and when she suggested the name it was a little reminiscent of how we brainstorm ideas in Advertising. "Is it... Summer Moves?" Hayley proposed the idea aloud to the group. "Hmm. I think there's something there," says her Creative Director as he scrawls the proposed title on the whiteboard. "Alright, let's go with that then," Hay says confidently. "And let's get that posted to the website pronto."


GO BLUE!!


Summer ROCKS!




Oh NO!!

LIFE ROCKS!!!!

A Dog's Life

If anyone was curious how Polski's adjusting, here's a snapshot.

Silver Dollar City and the 'Marvel'ous Cave Below

A cool(er) weekend brought on visions of cow milking simulations, old-timey frocks and Laura Ingles Wilder. So we headed to Silver Dollar City for a second dose of Southern.

Hayley insisted that we pose like this.



She tried to get Troy to do it too. He wasn't buying.

Turns out that Silver Dollar City was actually built on top of a giant cave network. The dude who discovered the cave thought it was filled with marble and brought many people here to mine the marble out of the cave.

But the miners discovered their bright-brained leader mistook marble for limestone. "Poop!" said the miner... which sparked an idea. In lieu of calling off the dig, they mined a pant load of guano (that's fancy miner-speak for "bat poop") and made it into gun powder. So the next time you get shot, think of how smart you'll feel when you know that you're not only bleeding but you're also covered in bat sh*t.

On that note, let's all go check out the cave.

There were 600 stairs throughout the cave.

Note the equidistant spaces between our heads.

HUGE natural waterfall within the cave. We could not go down to the floor of the waterfall because the floor has recently turned into quicksand. Seriously.

Troy was a little taller than the average cave dweller.

Oh look, a gunpowder-making machine.

Smile, you're in a giant cave!



No, this is not a crooked room. This is the scariest part of the cave. They put you on this slanted horror house "train" with walls that are all at a 45% angle. It crawls up the side of the cave to propel you back to ground level because the incline is too steep to walk up. I did not like this part. And Troy, well, he was just tired of me taking lame pictures.

HEY GUYS! WHO WANTS TO TAKE ANOTHER AWESOME PICTURE WHILE WE WAIT FOR THE TRAIN?!

It's a good thing this guy showed up on time.

Half way through the ride, these guys "robbed" our train. The kid sitting in front of us gave them some old natty popcorn.

I guess when you do the same gig 20 times a day, you start to memorize other people's roles. Half way through their skit the conductor said his own lines, along with those of the other two robbers. By far the funniest part of the train ride.

This is for you, Mom. Rather than complaining that we may not be able to afford to put you in a swanky guest house with a butler, just be happy that we'll have enough money to cover your feet.

So... cute... can't stop... taking... pictures...

The troublemakers.

The goofball.

Bedtime Foiled.

Troy claimed he had an errand to run and he wanted Hay to be ready for bed by the time he got back. After a rigorous teeth brushing and nightime prayers, Troy returned toting a grocery bag stuffed with, well... I think it's obvious.

Hayley, meet Klondike. Klondike, meet your maker.

Hayley's first Klondike bar ever down the hatch and well worth the trade for sleep.

FYI -- Photo Expansion

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The Natural State

Last weekend Troy scouted out a series of national parks about 20 minutes from our home. We thought it called for a family hike. 1.5 miles through the rock walls and forests that are Arkansas.















King Troy will see you now.





This is an extension of Beaver Lake. The trail led us right to the water.

Hayley pretending to be Tarzan.

Troy pretending to be a little girl afraid of bugs.

Steep inclines made the hike challenging but fun.

We saw a cave up on a hill and scrambled our way upto it.

Troy promised me he wouldn't crawl inside it.

We see how that went.

That's one good lookin' caveman.

A view of the world from Meghan's POV.

Daddy climbing. Hayley in her "Sassy Hiker" pose.

Faux-hawk meets cave-rock.

There's nothing quite as flattering as high-waisted elastic-band shorts.

Smile and say, "Mom Jeans".

The daddy-long-legs were stumbling over each other, falling from the cave ceiling.

Hay preparing for a butt slide down the path.

Love this shot. LOVE.

You can't see the giant valley between mom taking pictures and dad and hay waiting on the other side. Not to mention the fact that the path was all of a single foot-length wide.

That's a wrap.