A hard day's night
For part two of Operation Get Out Da House, Dada and I took the babies to a Beatles concert a week ago. No corpses were harmed in the making of this event, however. It was put on by a local Beatles tribute band who cutely call themselves "Almost Fab":
Our favorite nearby state park has this summer concert series every Wednesday night where you get to see family-friendly local bands for only the cost of regular state park admission. And it's the Beatles! How much more kid-approachable can you get in music for grownups?
I was seriously excited because my babies love to dance and sing. And, well, Dada and I like the Beatles. Surely my obnoxious dancing and singing would inspire them to get their baby groove on. But such was not the case. While Dada and I enjoyed the band immensely, the babies basically used it as background music for their frolic with the bubble machine the park employees had set up in one corner of the field.
We tired of chasing Jakey all over the place, so I put him on my lap and asked him to help me with my camera. Here, he's "cheese"-ing upon request, so you can take in his perfect teeth as well as his gorgeous baby eyes.
We're still not sure where that particular eye color came from, but he is too lucky to have it. And speaking of gene extraction, here -- in this picture of the Goatee of Geologic Proportions -- you can see from whence Isaac's beautiful nose and widow's peak comes from, as well as both boys' normal-sized ears:
When the bubble machine got old, as all things inevitably do, we collapsed into our regular park routine of gathering rocks, supervised by a professional geologist:
Isaac enjoyed chucking said rocks into a field of tall grass. Here he is making his Disco Duck pose to indicate where his rock will be going next.
It was very very hot that day, as you can tell from my oldest whose hair is plastered to his forehead. We were grateful to get out at all, especially in the somewhat-cooler evening time, and even more so accompanied by a great band playing some fun music. They even played "I Saw Her Standing There," in which Dada and I chuckle at his cradle-robbing everytime we hear about how "She was just seventeen". I was that young when we met. And now look at me, a regular doddering old fart with two babies and no boobies. How time flies when you're having fun.
Our favorite nearby state park has this summer concert series every Wednesday night where you get to see family-friendly local bands for only the cost of regular state park admission. And it's the Beatles! How much more kid-approachable can you get in music for grownups?
I was seriously excited because my babies love to dance and sing. And, well, Dada and I like the Beatles. Surely my obnoxious dancing and singing would inspire them to get their baby groove on. But such was not the case. While Dada and I enjoyed the band immensely, the babies basically used it as background music for their frolic with the bubble machine the park employees had set up in one corner of the field.
We tired of chasing Jakey all over the place, so I put him on my lap and asked him to help me with my camera. Here, he's "cheese"-ing upon request, so you can take in his perfect teeth as well as his gorgeous baby eyes.
We're still not sure where that particular eye color came from, but he is too lucky to have it. And speaking of gene extraction, here -- in this picture of the Goatee of Geologic Proportions -- you can see from whence Isaac's beautiful nose and widow's peak comes from, as well as both boys' normal-sized ears:
When the bubble machine got old, as all things inevitably do, we collapsed into our regular park routine of gathering rocks, supervised by a professional geologist:
Isaac enjoyed chucking said rocks into a field of tall grass. Here he is making his Disco Duck pose to indicate where his rock will be going next.
It was very very hot that day, as you can tell from my oldest whose hair is plastered to his forehead. We were grateful to get out at all, especially in the somewhat-cooler evening time, and even more so accompanied by a great band playing some fun music. They even played "I Saw Her Standing There," in which Dada and I chuckle at his cradle-robbing everytime we hear about how "She was just seventeen". I was that young when we met. And now look at me, a regular doddering old fart with two babies and no boobies. How time flies when you're having fun.
posted by Claire at 10:37 PM
3 Comments:
First off, you are brave for getting out in that heat. Today was the first day we really ventured out in over a week.
Second... WHEN DID THEY GET SO BIG??!?! Gosh they are just adorable! But the babies! Where did the babies go?!
Yes, the heat here has been stupid-crazy. The concert was last week; this week we ventured out only twice during the day, once to go to the pool and once to go to a movie. ;)
And about the bigness....I just can't stand it. When Isaac was busy growing out of his 3Ts this week, I sniffed and told him, "Mommy wishes you could stay a baby forever." Isaac looked at me so sympathetically and said, "But Mommy, I have to get bigger, because that's what little boys do."
I LOVE the cheese face! And I agree with Erin, when did they get so big?! Gotta love the words wisdom they come up with!
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