Marvel

Joe’s great grandfather used to send us losing Arkansas lottery tickets that we’d enter into second chance drawings. We never won, but we accumulated enough points to order swag from the lottery’s online shop. There’s not much good there, but they have Omaha Steaks. Fourteen steaks, eight hamburgers and eight hot dogs arrived today – thanks to Grandy.

Long story short (too late), they were packed in dry ice. Add a little dramatic lighting and a powerful child model and you get this …

Epic

Epic

Epic

A quiet Sunday for the arts

It was supposed to rain today, so Joe and I went to the Virginia Museum of Fine Art, which is normally a great way to spend a super hot Sunday.

But it didn’t rain, and I thought Joe was going to get us kicked out. Whenever I’d stop to take a photo or read something he’d start to sing. Sometimes when he sings he sounds like a tiny sasquatch scatting, then rolls into a drunken Britney (no autotune). He really is like a tiny, drunk, pop-star bigfoot. Clomping around, grunting, making ridiculous demands and soaking up the attention.

He’s also convinced that my taking his photo should be as difficult as possible. He throws his hands up, squirms, laughs and runs after me.

Back off Kanye, and I’m just doing my job.

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

Artists looove the sex and violence.

VMFA Sunday

VMFA Sunday

About to flip … I SAID NO PICS NEAR THE CAMEL!

VMFA Sunday

Out to the ballgame

The cousins came to town for the weekend. We hit the arcade last night, and today it was the pool followed by a Richmond Flying Squirrels game. Joe sometimes bounces around in his bed for awhile before falling asleep. Some nights he rolls over and makes clicking noises for a few minutes. Tonight he just closed his eyes and was out.

Our man Joe.
Ballpark

Joe expertly blocks an otherwise mediocre shot of his cousin.
Joe photobombs Dixon

Dixon putting some mojo on the ball.
Ballpark

My wonderful sister-in-law singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” as Joe laughs at the barbershop quartet behind us.
Ballpark

Abigail is shocked … Dixon’s mojo has worked! The Squirrels win!
Ballpark

Goodnight ballpark.
Game over

Banjos, fiddles and friends

Joe made friends with some musicians a couple of weeks ago at the Petersburg Farmers Market. This week they were playing a benefit for wounded warriors, so we stopped by to listen to some good old music. Joe rushed the stage at the first chord, then after a few songs worked the crowd.

Music and friendly people can’t be beat.

Thanks to the Virginia Folk Music Association for putting on a great show!

Bluegrass

Bluegrass

Bluegrass

Bluegrass

Joe hits six!

Happy birthday Joe! Cupcakes at school, cupcakes at home. Cards from his terrific grandparents, including a Grandpa Mike original story about racing. Spot-on, as his big present was a fire-engine red Schwinn.
Chromed fenders, handlebar tassels, bell. GO JOE!

Thanks to everyone for the fine birthday wishes and surprises – Joe loves you all and so do we.

Sixth annual boy with cupcake photo. For the past five, check out last years blog post.

Joe's Sixth Birthday

Taming his new ride.

Joe's Sixth Birthday

Joe's Sixth Birthday

Joe's Sixth Birthday

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