Brazey was cooperative, but the Big Boys were busy watching Pokemon cartoons.
See how they're glued to the TV?
Yikes!
Bye-bye.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday afternoon, hanging out
I hadn't seen Brazey and Evan in two weeks, so I couldn't resist a Brazey photo shoot.
Brazey was cooperative, but the Big Boys were busy watching Pokemon cartoons.
See how they're glued to the TV?
Yikes!
Bye-bye.
Brazey was cooperative, but the Big Boys were busy watching Pokemon cartoons.
See how they're glued to the TV?
Yikes!
Bye-bye.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Sunday afternoon in the park
After the Living History shindig on Sunday we walked a bit downtown. Here's the boys in front of the library, with the old courthouse in the background. They were getting tired, hot, and hungry.
But we still had to walk across the Rattlesnake Bridge that spans Broadway.
Then they played at Palo Verde park, learning new skills.
Before this day, neither one of them could get all the way across the bars.
Now they can. Bin and I missed it because we were shopping at 22nd Street.
At 22nd Street, Brazey got a new rider/walker toy.
He was very pleased.
He showed it to Evan.
Together they checked out the cargo compartment.
Brazey didn't want Jack's rocks in there.
At the races.
bye-bye!
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Sunday afternoon at El Presidio
Last Sunday afternoon we took The Boys downtown to the Tucson Origins Heritage Park for a Living History demonstration.
The Boys walking the Presidio Trail from our parking place in front of The Fox Theater to the Heritage Park.
Arriving. Some of those people in the background are real, but most of them are painted on a mural.
Volunteer garrison soldiers keeping watch.
A volunteer infrantry soldier shows us how to load a musket.
Dancing with abandon around el horno.
This gentleman wore his great grandfather's officer's uniform.
He let us hold his sword. This was, of course, the highlight of Evan's afternoon.
I tell you, they're lucky heads didn't roll.
This kind woman showed us how to separate the seeds from cotton bolls. The woman in the flat black hat spun cotton into thread with a spindle. It was fascinating.
Third time's the charm: this poor fellow's musket misfired twice before he finally got it to crack.
Priming the big brass cannon. The soldier with the musket kept us back while the soldier with the handlebar mustache explained the whole process to us. The guy issuing the orders had to read them from a laminated page. Everything was in Spanish.
The cannon made a tremondous noise and recoiled a foot or two. Evan loved it, but Jack got smoke in his eyes and freaked out.
Looks like a rotton avocado, no? But it's not. It's a cocoa pod. That's where chocolate comes from. Unbelievable.
Jack took this one. He's got an exquisite eye and flawless timing.
When the Living History demonstration ended, we were enticed by drumbeats to attend the free performance across the street. Because we got there in the middle I never did figure out what heritage they're preserving... but they sure were fun to watch. Bright feathered headresses, breastplates, shells and bells around their ankles. The dude would put his foot in the flame issuing from a small chimenea, then dance around some more, accompanied by a drummer and a pan pipe. Incan? Mayan? I don't know. Funyan.
The Boys walking the Presidio Trail from our parking place in front of The Fox Theater to the Heritage Park.
Arriving. Some of those people in the background are real, but most of them are painted on a mural.
Volunteer garrison soldiers keeping watch.
A volunteer infrantry soldier shows us how to load a musket.
Dancing with abandon around el horno.
This gentleman wore his great grandfather's officer's uniform.
He let us hold his sword. This was, of course, the highlight of Evan's afternoon.
I tell you, they're lucky heads didn't roll.
This kind woman showed us how to separate the seeds from cotton bolls. The woman in the flat black hat spun cotton into thread with a spindle. It was fascinating.
Third time's the charm: this poor fellow's musket misfired twice before he finally got it to crack.
Priming the big brass cannon. The soldier with the musket kept us back while the soldier with the handlebar mustache explained the whole process to us. The guy issuing the orders had to read them from a laminated page. Everything was in Spanish.
The cannon made a tremondous noise and recoiled a foot or two. Evan loved it, but Jack got smoke in his eyes and freaked out.
Looks like a rotton avocado, no? But it's not. It's a cocoa pod. That's where chocolate comes from. Unbelievable.
Jack took this one. He's got an exquisite eye and flawless timing.
When the Living History demonstration ended, we were enticed by drumbeats to attend the free performance across the street. Because we got there in the middle I never did figure out what heritage they're preserving... but they sure were fun to watch. Bright feathered headresses, breastplates, shells and bells around their ankles. The dude would put his foot in the flame issuing from a small chimenea, then dance around some more, accompanied by a drummer and a pan pipe. Incan? Mayan? I don't know. Funyan.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
overdue
Last Sunday was a fun, relaxing day. We gathered at our house for hanging out and having fun. The Boys played tennis, the girls (and baby) relaxed.
goofin' around
Carson and Daniella came over for burgers and hot dogs.
Cassie love
The Boys I
The Boys II
My goofy man, preparing to tend the grill in the dark.
vogue ... you gotta let your body move to the music
The free Valentine's Day balloon still has plenty of helium left.
Serious, somber Brazey Baby.
goofin' around
Carson and Daniella came over for burgers and hot dogs.
Cassie love
The Boys I
The Boys II
My goofy man, preparing to tend the grill in the dark.
vogue ... you gotta let your body move to the music
The free Valentine's Day balloon still has plenty of helium left.
Serious, somber Brazey Baby.
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