Makin' Hay While the Sun Shines

When the weather is this nice in Memphis, you've gotta get outside while the gettin's good and enjoy it.  So Josh and Walt started off the weekend a little early with a trip to see the Redbirds play on Thursday night. 

Walt wanted to know if he could get in the game, but Daddy explained to him that the players actually did that for a living, so they probably didn't need his help this time.  So he contented himself with helping Daddy consume a gigantic bucket of popcorn. 

And no, they didn't spill it.

On Friday night, Josh and I headed down to the barbecue festival on the river with the Lareaus while Walt and Meredith stayed at Mow-Mow's house with their favorite teacher from school, Ms. Sheena.  No pictures, as we were too excited to be getting out on the town to think about bringing the camera, but fun was had all around.

On Saturday, the big event was a birthday party for the Bush twins (again, no, not those Bush twins).  Their mom, Kate, is much like me (probably why we're such good friends), and has seriously limited their exposure to sugar and other not-so-good-for-you things during their first year of life.  But it was their first birthday, and it was time to go nuts. 

I think Henry (on the left) is a fan . . .

. . . and from the looks of it, so is John!  Happy b'day boys!

Later that night it was hot dogs on the grill and some backyard time capped off by a surprise visit by our friends the Hunts (featuring the lovely Hadley Hunt).  Again, no photos, mainly because we're slackers.  Sorry.

Sunday was pretty uneventful and included a trip to Target for the purchase of Walt's much belated birthday present.  (It's a long story involving the words 'back order.')  Stay tuned for a post covering the assembly and christening of this much-anticipated item.

After that, we had an al fresco dinner at an untested, out-of-neighborhood pizza place.  There was a little girl, who we later learned was five years old,  sitting at the table next to ours.  After she hurled several warnings our way about the dangers of toddlers and knives, she began to warm up to our parenting abilities and our child.  She showed her new-found affection by shuttling freshly minted drawings of her dog and cat over to Walty.  After three such trips and one to discuss the merits of watermelon, a picture of which she had on her shirt, she was forced to leave with her parents.  As they began to round the corner out of sight, she spun away from her parents, rushed to the fence surrounding the courtyard where we were eating and screamed to Walt that she forgot to give him her phone number and then did so in front of about a dozen very amused wait staff and patrons.  She added that she forgot her cell number, but I don't think it mattered at that point.  The entire patio was collectively doubled over with laughter. 

Our son.  The ladies' man.