Monday, August 25, 2008

Good time boys.

Big weekend -- new fun photos to peruse.

Friday night Dana, Kyle and Heather came over to grill out and see how the other half lives. The flies were so bad that we ended up abandoning the deck and eating inside. Which suited me fine since it was hot and humid. Times like that you really appreciate the A/C.

Up early on Saturday to pack up and head for "home" and Timmy's wedding. The journey was epic: we got a late start, I forgot to pick Jay's shirts up, we went by the drycleaners on the way out of town to pick them up only to find that they were closed for a funeral, had to go buy a new shirt on the way out of town, got behind every slow-moving vehicle you can imagine, Griffith screamed for 45 minutes because it was nap time, fell asleep as we pulled in to the parking -- of the wrong church (courtesy of my not reading the invitation closely), found the right church, had to change the boys in the street while Jay put on his new shirt, too. By the time we got in the pew, they were exchanging vows and I was sweating like a field hand.

Thereafter things took an upturn. My high school reunion was fun. The boys enjoyed visiting with Miss Bailey and her entourage. She did an excellent job of supervising although she still hasn't changed a diaper.

More later.

Wiped out


Griff on the way home yesterday. Which beats the day before when he screamed his head off for 45 minutes.

The ride home.


Snuggling with Lambie.

Elvis snarl


I'm not sure what T is doing to him, but Allan seems to be growling in response.

Checking out the new truck book.


Cousin Thomas and Big Al


"Bailey hand!"


Always glamorous


Even when she is just going to the barn.

The right...


I think we need to go to the right. I don't think the boys will be getting these wellies as hand-me-downs.

Setting off for the barn.


Got work to do.

New wellies...


hand-me-downs from Miss B.

Pile on!


The boys wrestling Miss B.

Hello, Cousin Ben!


Bull-headed


Once Allan realized that there were steps outside the reception area nothing would do him, but that he climb them. He would not stay in the reception hall, but would tear off at top speed toward the stairs.
The legs belong to Jay who is trying to block his access.

A helping hand


from Miss B.

Marvin K. Daddy will you, please, go now ??


Heather and Dana came for dinner, bath, bottle, book and bedtime. Dad kept horning in, though, and cramping the boys' style.

Little lambs


Yet another picture of Allan asleep.