Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I. turns 5!
I. enjoys me pirate's booty. Arrrrugh!
A happy birthday to son I. who turned 5 yesterday. On Sunday, we braved the 104 degree heat and invited a few of his friends and their parents to our neighborhood pool to cool off in the water, splash around, have some cake and pizza and get otherwise bloated.
I. looked a little sleepy when he got the cake. . .
. . .but he perked right up when he blew out the candle. The pure blast of sugar won't hurt, either!
Amazing Sky At Sunset
A few weeks ago, a thunderstorm moved off to the east right at sunset, revealing an amazing fire-red sky. I've seen few this spectacular over the years we lived in Texas. We all gathered in the backyard to watch, then I got the crazy idea to take a few photos of the boys. Ended up with sort of a poor-recreation-of-1950's-Baseball Card poses-with-a-psychedelic-sky.
E. steps to the plate first. . .
. . .and I. makes a big stretch to make the catch.
Dr. Pepper Ballpark in Frisco.
Boy's Night Out
Mary needed a break and abandoned us for an evening to get drunk with her friends and stuff dollar bills into the g-strings of well-endowed male strippers (well, that's not really true), so friend Lance and I entertained the boys with. . . baseball!
We drove over to Frisco to check out the AA Rangers affiliated Rough Riders (named, we're told, after Teddy Roosevelt's Mexican raiders, not the condoms) at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark. A great facility, and the baseball wasn't half bad. As required in the Modern Minor League Ballpark Manual, there is a play area for the kids, a sports bar, and plenty of entertainment between innings. What was the final score? Who cares. But we had fun. And the kids got an autograph from up-and-coming First Base prospect Justin Smoak. who has since been promoted to AAA Oklahoma City en route to the Bigs. It was a first rate-place, even if the mascot was a bit skanky.
Lance, myself, and the dudes (and mini-hat of ice cream).
The boys enjoyed the play area. Naturally.
Me and the mascot (I'm on the left). How did that mascot smell, I asked I. "Not very good."