I know. My posts have become more infrequent.
I’m just too busy hanging out with this guy.
Lucky for you (maybe?), that just means the posts are longer. So here we go.
Henry’s been enjoying watching Joe shave in the mornings, which is just the most Norman Rockwell thing to see.
His dad was over doing some work on doors, and he set Henry up with his own work-site. Ear protectors included for when Grandpa had to turn on the loud saws.
Last weekend, Mom and Lori came up to hang. We did all kinds of things, including a t-ball game, dinner at Tiny Diner and an evening with my grandparents–one of the last we’ll spend at their house.
Sand trap digging
Charlie was desperate to give Henry a ride on the trike taxi, so when he finally dragged him away from the sand, there were some big smiles
That big wheel has put on some serious mileage
Some of us got haircuts, because they’re our favorite things
Aaaand…some passed on that opportunity
The sitting room free of furniture made for a great tumbling gym. Charlie even learned to do a somersault. Henry was a mad man.
Piano accompaniment
Henry wanted Grandma Penny to get in on the tumbling
Buds
Saying goodbye is never easy, but getting to climb on the roof of the car helps
Thursday for family dinner, we went to Katy and Zach’s place, where we got to spend the day with Emily and Derek’s new puppy, Kona!
Everyone was thrilled
There was also a dig site for Henry, and hammocks for all. It’s a really good place.
Oh yeah…there were some hammock injuries. Nothing more serious than bruises, though. I happened to capture Charlie’s big shoulder bruise moment just after it happened.
Dessert was a walk/trike/bike to DQ
Nobody liked that, of course.
We even saw Sparks and Betsy on the way back home.
Friday, Henry really wanted to go to a coffee shop in St Paul, over in our old neighborhood. They have model trains kids can build.
That spurred Charlie to suggest a stop by the train yard…literally right next to our old apartment. So we grabbed some sandwiches and headed to the St Anthony Community Gardens for a railyard-side picnic.
It ended in blood, when Henry ran into a sharp stick, but it was nice up until then.
For Father’s Day, Joe’s only request was that we go exploring. So he led us to the newly-rebuilt Old Cedar Avenue bridge–which is now pedestrian/bike only.
Egret
The Minnesota River
Ascending to the current, massive Cedar Avenue Bridge, which apparently has a pedestrian/bike section I never knew existed.
The big archways over the car sector
Charlie took over the camera for the rest of the journey
Henry is making his “pirate face,” he said.
Feet of a stranger
Some dog.
He got some great flora pics
The boys were pretending they both had cowboy hats on here.
It was a cute outing
