We’ve been on the go the last couple weeks, and it doesn’t show any signs of stopping. I’ve got lots of photos and stories saved up. Are you ready? I’m breaking it up into a few posts. A lot of this is for friends and family so sorry if this bores you. But I do have one funny David story that I’m saving for last. You don’t want to miss that one.
The whirlwind started on the Fourth of July. We went to the fireworks. Around here they’re held at the airport. Airport is a term I use loosely. It’s a big field with one paved runway, one not paved runway, and a few small hangers. Let’s just say there are no 747’s coming in to land there.
This was the first year David actually stayed awake for the whole thing. How anyone can sleep through all that exploding and booming is beyond me, but in the past he was always out halfway through.
Now it’s a really classy set up where you park your car in the field. Then you sit in front of your car on a blanket. Or if you are so blessed as to own a pick-up truck, you bring your camping chairs and sit on those in the back of your truck.
We live in rural Michigan, what do you want?
Poor Wade did not like the loud noise at all, so he and I ended up sitting in the car. I viewed the fireworks through the windshield by slouching down in the front seat and holding my neck at a 90 degree angle for 15 minutes.
Can I just say, “Ouch!”
I don’t have any photos of the fireworks because it’s pointless to try and take pictures in the dark with my cheap little camera.
I’m going to stop here and say that I’m stunned by the number of parents I see with huge SLR cameras and even bigger lenses. I mean, I’m talking set-ups that have to cost thousands of dollars. I saw a mom recently with a zoom lens that looked like the kind sports photographers use to take pictures of Kobi from the sidelines. Either there are more professional photographers out there than I thought, or digital cameras have replaced the SUV as the new status symbol among the soccer mom crowd.
Yikes! I hope not. I’ll never make it in the PTA if that’s the case.
Anyhow the day after the Fourth of July, that would be the fifth oddly enough, Dave’s quartet had a concert.
That I do have a picture of.
So patriotic with all the flags!
It was a cool day, as it has been all summer here. (It was 51 degrees when I got up this morning. In July! That’s chilly even this far north.) But the guys were singing right into the sun the entire time. Great lighting for the photo, but it was 100 degrees on that stage.
This was at a park. My parent’s church picnic. David has been to their church several times, and knows a lot of the people who go there. Months ago when I was still pregnant my Dad started telling David he was getting a sister instead of a brother just to tease him. David was adamant that he was getting a brother, even before we knew it was a boy, and his reactions were priceless. Well, the pastor of their church started teasing David about that too. My Dad and the pastor have continued to ask David about his sister even now that Wade is here. It bothers David to no end, and he proudly insists that he has a brother.
Well, at the picnic when the pastor started to tease David about his, “baby sister,” David informed the pastor that Wade was indeed a boy because, “He has a penis!”
Yep. My son talking to the pastor about male genitalia.
But that’s not the David story I promised. Stay tuned.