Partying With The Careys

Swimming At The Dancers

Landing In Mayslanding

Rolling For Hanami

Wet In The Winter

Yuula's 24-Hour Birthday Party

Best one yet

How To Hanami

We were invited to a Hanami celebration, which I believe is Japanese for "gather in backyard and gather"

 Aesop played catch with a tree

this happened as we were leaving

Big Wheel Limbo Champion

Party at the Big Wheel. The only way to do it.

This is the point of the party where Yuula won the limbo contest, a noble honor among all 5-year birthday parties

Isabella was not happy about that

Off The Open Eye

My brother is trying to kill himself

4 Seconds A Day: August 2014

it's gonna get more boring from here, maybe

A-Rinky Boom Boom Down

Isabella's 4th birthday bash at Big Wheel! What a time warp, man. I was transported back a few times to the Jackson rink and even found myself recounting tales from those days, all the parties and fights and great 80's music. I learned all the lyrics to Snow's Informer in skates. That's quite a feat.

And I think skates were worn about 27% of the time

Sweet Dogs And Sweet, Sweet Dogs

A long and tiring weekend ends with a party that we are too old for over at Thomas and Jesse's. Kids and dogs and more 90's radio hits than I heard in all the 90's combined. And a soldification of fact that Yuula needs a new swing.

Sweet dogs over there, but kind of demanding. I must've thrown a slobbery dog toy every five minutes, but no mater how far into the woods I'd chuck it they found it every time

Aesop enjoyed his first party, but was still slept thru most of it.

We were all starving and even Yuula took time out of playing to eat up a hot dog.

Fun neighbors, finally. I'm sure you'll hear more of them.

Any Excuse For Junkfood

I swear these girls have a theme party every week, and bring home buckets of junk food.

Serenity now.

Shorties On The Dancefloor

From Slough To Ka-Pow In Under Two Hou....rs

The ripple effects of an accidental [pun] appointment with the dentist and the intention of killing three birds with one stone found us late on NYE way up in Scranton, Pennsylvania, which is every bit as wonderful as the Americanized late hit television series The Office depicts it, as in, not very wonderful. But as we do, we make the best of it, and managed to have an entertaining dinner at the only joint open at 9pm, one Ruby of Tuesday (still the only entity giving any purpose to that specific day of the week), with the company on Susie who downed her fair share of classic margaritas amongst a multitude of randomly shaped/colored pills from a gold brass box she keeps hidden somewhere on her person for just such an occasion, what we can only hold responsible for us now being able to add such visually magical terms as "the shrimp dance" and ... well, let's move on from it.

Laura got her steak so all was right with the world and Yuula enjoyed the challenge in capturing a photo of diners as they stuff their faces one last time for the year.

I felt a bit like I was watching it all happen, as I went for the 8oz of malbec and overheard the vast array of resolutions being made and subsequently broken before they even saw the light of day.

Then the baby boy dropped before the ball in Times Square.

We brought Susie back to her place, recovered from a day of highs and lows, and began the winding roads to our place just before 11pm. By the time we got to our home and got our shoes off, ready for bed, throwing in the towel on 2013, we (Yuula) got a 3rd wind and decided we'd take up our young new neighbors on their earlier invite to their place for a little Auld Langing. When we walked in the door it was 11:44. At 11:45 I was halfway thru a pint of Yuengling. At 11:46 I had a second, as we caught up with some of our other neighbors we'd met once before, but never scraped any surfaces. They were silly, and well ahead of us on the inebriation, considering the four of us were drinking for one. We giggled, one girl admitted to just vomiting moments before. This was a party. We found shelter from the beer pong in the warmth of the front room (I'm not sure this houses rooms have designations yet), as a mad rush to arm the parties occupants with things that make pops and smoke, including the three year old, and as the countdown hit 00:05 someone threw a blanket over me and ran away. I was thinking how strange this all seemed when we started hearing loud blasts coming from just outside, so....

Happy New Years. We were home and in bed by 12:06am.

Tutus For Everybody

One of the mom's made all the girls tutus. I am glad I was not in that room. More frill than I'm comfortable with.

Lowriding her tutu

Candy gang

4 Seconds A Day: August 2013

3rd Annual Come-Stand-In-Our-Backyard-Wearing-Casual-Attire-To-Partake-In-Discussion-On-Current-Events-And/Or-Common-Interests-While-Eating-Hamburgers Day

 Seems like everything we do all summer builds up to the party we throw. I say this because I haven't lifted a finger to even water a plant or trim a bush since Sunday. Maybe I'm just beat. Probably I'm just beat.

Matthew was eyeing these girls, and eyeing their watermelon.

This patio was the surprising gathering place of the geriatric club this year

Thanks to Tyler the kids had something that kept them more than occupied

When dusk fell we broke out the movies and they fell right in line, adorably

Place looked nice

The next morning we had a dozen for breakfast and Yuula gave the kids checkups, as she's known to do

We had a quick cleanup Sunday evening and when the dust settled I found myself completely alone on the backdeck with a beer, and it was good

Potty Party

Hey, it's working

Hump Dump

I don't know what's going on. I think it's Wednesday. At some point I will be the only one in the house. I have some photos to show you from the past few days. From Isabella's party and some work in the yard. Take them in, if you wish. They won't be there forever. 

Thelma & Louise

planting zucchini 

bubble princess

grass nap

slide experiments

 lunch patio