cookout at dad’s.

Last month my sister and her family came to Alabama to celebrate our stepbrother’s wedding. He married an awesome girl and had a beautiful ceremony at an incredible venue. And I would totally show you pictures…if I had arrived on time. It’s a long (sad, painful) story but basically ends with I’m a dummy and thought the wedding started half an hour later than it did. My seven year old was devastated. So was I. Fortunately my bro has forgiven me and they’re married (whether I was there or not) so the story has a happy ending.

The Sunday after the wedding we high-tailed it back to Huntsville for a cookout at my Dad’s new place. He lives about five minutes from me now and 30 seconds from the Cottage. Pretty sweet! He has an awesome house for hanging out. And he keeps his fridge stocked with IBC cream soda so Ephraim and I are always looking for excuses to just “stop by”.

Meghan and Dave find it just as cozy as we do…

And Charlotte skipped the cream soda and went straight for the hard stuff.

Coke.

I think all that caffeine must have gone straight to her bloodstream…

but I don’t know what this one’s excuse is…

or this one’s…

(Actually I do. And it involves a re-enactment of a certain family member’s original trip through a doggie door. But it’s not my story to tell so I won’t. But I’ll say this: if you know my Dad, ask him. You won’t regret it.)

After the doggie door lost its appeal the kiddos turned their attention to Grandaddy’s box of old teaching stuff. Which included a rather curious gun-like fly swatter. Ephraim was delighted.

So was Uncle Dave.

Watch out Meghan!

doh.

(Apparently the contraption has the power to bring down more than just flies.)

There were also a few balloons and a couple of Sharpie’s in Grandaddy’s teaching box. Endless fun.

Of course it’s all fun and games until someone’s face gets popped.

Thankfully there was painted chicken and fixins to distract us.

Thanks for the fun Dad!

GramaOctober 9, 2013 - 7:35 pm

I can’t believe Meghan is still wearing my old tie-dyed camisole shirt. I got that thing in the mid 70’s in SF when tie-dye was having its first run of popularity! Looks like fun at Grandaddy’s!

Aunt LuOctober 10, 2013 - 9:44 am

Great pictures as always! The one of Stan and his grandkids is super cute!

Jessica WOctober 10, 2013 - 5:50 pm

I will echo the ‘looks like fun!’ sentiment!

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