When Memorial Day came around, there was a party on my block. Nate was there …
… and so was Aaron.
WHEEEE!!!
Good times.
Aaron is moving soon–to the southernmost of the Carolinas, which sounds pretty southern to me.
It’s thataway (not really).
Nate takes this seriously.
Sometimes I even keep my feet on the pedals.
Most importantly, someone brought real brownies to the block party, and I ate as many as I wanted–even though we brought some kind of “orzo salad,” which seems like an uneven trade. We won!
We went to a state park in Longmont last weekend.
The idea was to look for birdies.
We did see a few birdies, but the two best things were rocks and ants.
I got to throw rocks …
… and I also got to watch lots and lots of ants bringing food back to their home. Dad says that ants buy groceries just like the rest of us.
Go, ants, go!
We tried to go to the farm last weekend, but they’re not open on Sundays.
That was sad.
They were open today, though, and some kid left this totally awesome bike that–much to everyone’s surprise–I pretty much knew how to ride.
I also took turns on the Human Centrifuge with this big kid …
… and of course there were the goats.
Zoe got to ride Cookie the pony.
She liked that a lot.
I got to ride Cookie too …
… and I liked it a lot.
Zoe had to go through rigorous training before she got her pony license.
She was all “Pony license?!?”
But she was happy when she finally got it.
Cock-a-doo!
It had been years since we’d been to the zoo, so …
I brought my bear (named Tiger) along to see what’s new there.
One word: Hats.
Tiger liked checking out the polar bears.
This, however, is not a polar bear.
This is a giant snapping turtle that used to scare me when I was a little kid. I’m cool with her now.
This bird chews gum and blows bubbles out of her nose.
This Zoe doesn’t chew gum at all …
… but she eats black beans now.
Here she is showing you what a black bean is.
Here she is eating one.
Ha! I was doing that years ago!
Youngsters these days.
Zoe takes this stuff personally now.
To demonstrate her maturity, she counts her beans (but not out loud).
I don’t realize it, but dad gave Zoe some of this quesadilla when I wasn’t paying attention!
This is her “How you like me now?” look.