Wow, we had a busy weekend! After my parents left yesterday we went to a nearby festival where Morgan rode her first pony. Gerard insisted he was NOT interested.
Wouldn't even wait in line with us.
Complained about the heat. HAD to sit in the shade.
Complained about the smell of poop. HAD to plug his nose.
Complained about the length of the wait. Had to ask "IS SHE DONE YET" a million times.
Was suddenly interested AFTER Morgan was done and the line had quadrupled in size.
NO, we didn't wait again. Complained about THAT.
We're such mean parents.


Life was good and fair once again when Gerard saw the "Instrument Petting Zoo" that the symphony provides for the kids. He got to play their instruments once before when we took him to see the Symphony and he loved it.
He was especially fond of the brass instruments this time. They suit him. He's got a lot of hot air, ya know.
I hope he gets Gerard's musical ability. Or Debbie's. Or Sada's. Just not mine. Otherwise he'll be playing the theme song from Fame on the trumpet and it was bad enough on the piano.
Four hundred times a day.
Seriously.
Ask my parents. 







And then there was the real petting zoo, which amounted to little more than a few farm animals in little cages. The kids didn't seem to mind much, though. Gerard was especially fond of the little chicks.
Not surprising, as his Dad is especially fond of little chicks, too.
Morgan was content to admire the animals from a safe distance.


After the festival we had an impromptu cookout with our friends and neighbors. Chad and Jeff caught dinner themselves -- thanks for the fish, guys! Jayna, Cathy and I provided the extras and the kids provided the entertainment. Don't you just love summer nights? Sunscreen, bug spray, cookouts, bonfires, sunsets at TEN PM and s'mores. It doesn't get any better....


And then today I got to take out the old ice cream scoop.


























