Windy-cue!

I'm still getting the hang of this blogging business, and seem to have a habit of accruing a long list of events to blog about before feeling the need to actually sit down and hash them all out. So be prepared for a blog-bombardment over the next few days. (also, Kenny has yet to make his blog-debut, but has a very fun story to tell when he finally does)

Our Windy-cue, as Kenny named it, was our attempt at a Labor day celebration (yes, that was almost two months ago), and was not for the faint of heart. We had planned on gathering down by the lake with our neighbors and friends a few days beforehand and I am not sure if anyone ever bothered to check the weather. So on the day of, come hail or high water, we were going to have our labor day barbecue!

This particular spot by the lake is known as "The Point", and is very picturesque, has a little area for swimming, and is normally extremely crowded on warm summer days and any day specifically set apart as a day of barbecuing. Suffice it to say, we were the only ones out there besides some hard-core runners bundled up for a Chicago winter.

Regardless, we all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

(Ryder was trying to smile, but it was blown into a grimace--check out all that snot!)

We all huddled together for warmth, tried to keep the coals from blowing out of the grills when we took the lids off, and fought over spots behind this tree, which provided the only shelter from the wind blowing off of the lake.

Oddly enough, the only one who didn't seem bothered by the wind was baby Elliott.

Then again, I don't think anything ever bothers Elliott.

And yes, Kenny has short sleeves on (after gallantly giving up his coat to me).

"Windy city" indeed.