Why I find this video so amusing:
1. Kelly: time out, time out, time out
2. Kelly: I'm gonna give you a shot
3. Ryan gives Kelly a 1-second turn
And on Kelly's face is chocolate, not a bruise, not that a bruise would really be surprising.
Saturday evening, we had a chilling grilling potlucking party in the back yard. The preparations were going along nicely that day until the boys spotted this on our driveway:
Yep, those are three of the cutest baby raccoons you ever saw - sitting in my daisies.
They decided to stay for the party, so they waddled around back, through the gate, and eventually into the neighbors' yard - the ones with dogs.
The boys gathered them up (wore gloves) and we put them in a dog crate with some water. They must have been near dehydration, the way they drank. After the party, we let them out, far from the road, and with some food concoction recommended by a wildlife person (one of many with whom I spoke on the phone, none of whom were willing to take these critters and keep them safe until adulthood).
The party was fun! Soccer was played, food was eaten, sweets were consumed in abundance, rain fell (but only for a short while).
Next day, we ran errands and had a delicious dinner with the grandparents and others, and on Monday we went to Cincinnati. We celebrated Grandpa's and Isaac's birthdays, and attended the parade, where we saw a lot of this kind of thing:
also, bagpipes. Kellen, not so impressed with the volume:
Gigi loves a parade, particularly a marching band.
Yes, that is Jeremiah, hiding from the clown. He was not the only one hiding.
Ryan was very, very happy to be at the parade. He hollered "HIIIIII" at everyone, gathered candy, enjoyed his little flag. At one point, he left his Dad's side, walked past me, and headed toward the family that was down the sidewalk from us. I asked after him, where are you going? He said, I just have to talk to them. ??? I watched from a distance as he chatted, and then handed his flag to one of the men. Awww, I thought. Then he very casually lifted the *much bigger* flag from the grass at that man's feet, and started backing away.
Kindly, the man allowed him to borrow it for the parade, and he took it back over a while later. It was so funny, looking back at it, how that flag must have just caught his eye. And you know he wasn't about to tell us what he was up to, because we would not have gone for it.
"Oh yea, you know I'm ready, toss that candy right. in. here."
This may be one of those posts you only read if you were in dallas with us, or have an odd interest in other people's not-that-interesting vacation pictures and stories.
Leaving at the Dayton airport was difficult. They managed to make the process of checking bags even LESS streamlined than ever. We had to drag our (10) checked pieces of luggage to a desk to get tagged, and then drag them back to another station where they load them on to a conveyer belt. We were dealing with two carseats and a small stroller, plus luggage for 6 people including 2 changes of fairly dressy clothes, so. Security was intense! The security people were not happy people. They replied to any basic question or request as though they'd been verbally attacked. At one point I was on the floor in front of a long line of people, with a toddler and baby out of slings/strollers, no shoes, carry-on bags accumulating on the conveyer belt, and someone took Evan across the room so they could dig through our toy bag. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
The flight was cramped and long; K did not sleep, only fussed. Ryan was antsy and wouldn't keep his belt on. We were met at the Dallas airport by Grammy, a very happy sight for everyone. She drove us through downtown Dayton to our hotel without missing a single turn. Props to The Grammy.
K did a lot of this. He quite fell in love with that adorable baby in the mirror.
On Friday morning, K woke me up at 6am, and we headed downstairs for the very nice supply of coffee breakfast buffet. I drank and did some knitting while K watched the downtown traffic from his stroller. After everyone else was up, we hopped on the bus (the DART) and visited Fair Park, which is a collection of museums, a few places to eat and some nice outdoor gardens, lake, etc.
And inside, were some very sharp teeth!
Afterward, we had lunch at a really bizarre interesting restaurant. We had a ball enjoying the decor and visiting with our very kind and charming waiter, JD (even though he looked at all the kids and asked Evan "don't you know what causes that?" - har har.)
We waited patiently, soaking up all the extra time with Daddy.
The rehearsal dinner was fun (not counting the small panic we had when Ryan ate a strawberry, and later body-slammed knocked down a 1-year-old little girl with an enthusiastic hug). The food was fabulous and the space in the room was good for the kids to be able to get up and run around (thanks to the Grammy planner for this arrangement).
That night, reality set in for Ryan, who was until then excited about the whole plane, wedding, texas idea. He wanted to go home, and he wanted it all night long. Sleep was not a really big part of this trip, but like I said, the coffee was just an elevator ride away.
The next day was wedding day, and what a beautiful wedding it was. I don't think I've ever seen another bride beam like Caryn was beaming. The ceremony was lovely, Auntie Beth sang marvelously, R (!!!) sat still and mostly watched, and K slept in the sling. At this point, it was the kids' bedtime, and we were all rather done with travel, but were off to the reception. Personally, I was hoping everyone would rise to the occasion and enjoy the party. One of mine and one of the cousins were not doing well, ready to get out of the noise and chaotic festivity. They stuck it out for a while and then we said our goodbyes. They were real goodbyes, because we were off to the airport at 6am the next morning.
Grandpa, sweet cousins P and R, both very big fans of the Grandpa Bear.