Go Cubbies!

I experienced my first Cubs game yesterday at Wrigley field when we got to see them play the Cardinals. Unfortunately, we accidentally left the camera at home, so this is the only picture taken as evidence. But at least we were all dressed up!

Ravinia and the Five Browns

The day we got back from Alabama, we went to the open-air concert hall called Ravinia here in Chicago to see (listen to) the Five Browns play in concert. A few friends came with us, and we highly recommend the experience to anyone with the time. We'll give everyone some pointers.

To fit in well at Ravinia, don't be ashamed to bring a full-blown eight course meal to your concert. Many people arrive with lawn chairs, portable tables, and enough food to last a week.

On the right is Jenny Spendlove, whose husband is currently doing a JD/MBA at the University of Chicago. She and Kenny are constructing a box as our makeshift table. When covered with a table cloth it was really quite lovely.



This is Jonny Spendlove, her husband, who was less than impressed with her ingenuity, although I think it turned out quite well.

She even brought a candle, which facilitated some wizard playing towards the end of evening.  

The concert itself was very beautiful, especially since we got to see the Five Browns, one of whom will be joining us here in Chicago while his wife goes to the University of Chicago Law School.

Right after I took this, I was scolded by an usher, who informed me that cameras were not permitted. So you should all feel very privileged--it is a forbidden photo.

Return to the Young Homestead

Two weekends ago we took a trip to visit Kenny's parents for his birthday and for some pre-interview suit buying. While there, we got to...

surprise Matto coming home from his trip to Ecuador via Rochester (although I will admit I slightly ruined the surprise, being altogether unsneaky and waltzing right through a loud automatic doorway in his line of sight),

celebrate the boys' birthdays...

(Matto showing off his stylin' new University of Chicago socks--guess who gave him those)

and play with Booboo outside of her prison.

Unfortunately for me (and Wendy) I have not quite learned when not to pick her up, so we had to clean up an accident at one point. At least this time it happened on tiled floor as opposed to the couch when I first met Booboo.



Home sweet home.