Today was full of the memories you laugh at down the road.
Wes attended his first major league baseball game, first Cubbies game ( ex utero), and first Astros game all in one! Luke spent most of the game yelling at the players--as in "home run Baez!" Or "strike out guriell!"--earning lots of funny looks from our fellow spectators, and Derek spilled an entire water bottle all over himself in the top of the third, so he spent the entire game asking to go home.
Dinner was a southern-style shrimp boil, meaning Ken ate the sausage and corn, I ate the shrimp and potatoes, and the boys ate some bread.
We also celebrated Luke's birthday two days early due to a work conflict on Thursday, and apparently totally failed in our choice of presents, as we had a very sad, weeping Luke on our hands.
At least we managed to pull of his dessert of choice: a donut with mint ice cream and a cone on top. And he was only momentarily sad when the cone briefly caught on fire from his birthday candles.
Happy Memorial Day to all!
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