Carrie's neighborhood backyard playground was open today, as the kids are out of school, and she has a full load of daycare kids. In the Red Rover game, Nolan put all his mite into two of the kids' chests with his shoulder and left them both crying. When Carrie explained that you are supposed to break through the arms, not ram them in the chest, he said "I don't want to play it that way." The little brute. However, a few minutes later, he was crying because he fell into a little mud puddle. Go figure.
Tonight the Dedes took a long walk to HyVee for supper, and walked back home again. Nolan was in the wagon, and Hannah took a couple of rides along the way. She did tell her mom that the walk was good exercise for her cause she needed to get some of the chubby off her belly. Well good luck with that Hannah. All us girls know about that.
Chris called tonight and will be in Quincy from Friday to Monday, June 5-8. Tyler's wedding is the 6th, so he will be involved in that all day, and we will be at the reception Saturday night. Mario leaves Sunday to work the week at ISD. But at least they will have a few hours together. We have decided to take a trip to Scottsdale the end of July and spend a few days there.
On Friday we go to St. Louis for a Quincy University soccer fundraiser--first time we have participated. It is a golf outing, which we will not do, but instead we are the official photography crew for the event. Mario will drive me around the course in a golf cart, and I will photograph all the sponsor signs and a player teeing off in front of each. There are 36 of them, so I will have to be on my toes to get all those shots. Mario will enjoy the comraderie(sp?) with all his old teammates and others who played before and after at QU. And of course I hope to get some candid shots for the QU Alumni publication. Why didn't I do this for a living? I can't remember.
Also looking forward to Bailey's graduation on Sunday. So the next few days are going to be busy ones. O, and I almost forgot, we are going to get a puppy. He won't be here until July, but this event promises to delight some grandchildren across town. Mario has already named him Chico. He is a Bishon, or Bichon, not sure of the spelling, but just like Kathy and Rick's dog. So Murphy will have a buddy. Hopefully the lady who is raising him will get him potty-trained, or at least started, by the time he gets to our house. :o) I can't believe I am doing this. And Mario is letting me.
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