Big Al had (another) hearing test on Friday. He did fine. Don't come back for a year. Done.

On Saturday, Dad had to attend a funeral out of town so the boys and I loaded up the stroller and jogged done to the farmer's market. Every week it gets bigger and more crowded. This weekend, strawberries were the big thing -- they smelled SO GOOD. We got a quart of berries, fresh corn, tomatoes and basil. Then we hit the local bakery and got a baguette and fresh mozzarella. Yum, yum, yum. With those errands concluded, I had no choice but to jog back home -- much harder since it is all UPhill to home. And it was hot and muggy, too. Air-conditioning felt very welcome by the time we rolled on home.

The boys took pity on me and both took long (over 2 hour) naps, pretty much simultaneously. By the time Dad got back we were all refreshed and relaxed and ready for company -- Jim and Montell came over and we grilled out and sat on the back deck, enjoying the weather.

Sunday was a little harder. The boys fell asleep while on a run with Dad and Griff never recovered. He wouldn't eat lunch, wouldn't take a nap, wouldn't be thwarted and would not be consoled. He finally fell asleep at four, but we (Dad) wanted him up again by 5:30 so that he would sleep that night. Griff was NOT ready to be awakened and I will NEVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN. Griff cried and howled and kicked and screamed and whined and cried and howled and kicked and screamed. It was horrible. He was miserable. We were miserable. Ugh. Never again.