Happy Funtime Saturday

It was a classic May Saturday here in Walt's World yesterday.  It all started with breakfast and a trip to the park with Daddy, Richard and the Lareaus on the patio of our new favorite breakfast spot.  (Not pictured.)

Then Walt, Richard (who is visiting from Holland with Harriet) and I picked up the women folk, including a visiting Aunt Gigi, for another alfresco meal at the patio of our neighborhood Mexican restaurant.  Note Walt going straight for the chips.  Mommy, of course, is taking the picture.

Much to the chagrin of several hundred, local crustacea, each May the Wilhites host their annual crawfish party.  Saturday was doomsday.

Walt wasn't as high on the crawfish as he was before he developed a sense of appreciation that they were once living, breathing, exoskeletal creatures.  He and Mer hung out (read: argued) in Mary's playhouse.

I'm not certain, but it's possible that Clara was offering Mer some advice on how to deal with boys who pick on you all of the time.  At least that's what it looked like.

We're not too worried about them.

This photo was from Friday's school program after which, the school hosted a mobile petting zoo, train rides, balloons, face painting and all manner of fun stuff.  Of course, Mer's balloon got away.  Not to worry.  It had barely risen out of reach before Walt said, "It's OK, Mer.  I'll get you another one."  He lit off toward the door to the gym so fast that I could barely keep up with him and went straight to the far, dark corner of the gym.  All the while, he was saying, "There are more balloons right over here, Daddy.  See them.  I think I see them.  We have to get Mer a new balloon."  Sure enough, though I would never have found them, Walt took us right to about five unclaimed balloons waiting to replace the numerous escapees.  He quickly secured one for his beloved Mer and delivered it to her with obvious pride in his chivalrous deed.  That's my boy.