We had a terrific weekend, mostly in Petersburg. The city hosted a half-marathon and 5K. I ran the 5K, then came home, scooped up the family and we all went to a little event at Colonial Heights H.S. (Hi Ms. Mott!). Then back to Petersburg where we met up with our friend Joyti at the Smokin’ BBQ Fest.
Then Joe slept well.
Sunday Joe and I went to Petersburg’s Battersea for the annual Revolutionary War reenactment. You could tell it was a reenactment because of the Smoothie stand. (We did a little video from our visit two years ago. Criminy, round-face-four-year-old Joe was cute.)
Hey! Here are some photos …
Joe waiting on BBQ. “Where’s my damn BBQ?”
Dancing with Joyti!
We liked it so we put a bird on it.
Joe sleeps with Pete’s leg in his mouth. Giraffe, an accountant, naps by his side, still exhausted from the long tax season. Off screen at his feet, Scout hums a mechanical lullaby. Up top, Bunk Bot and Muno keep watch, semper vigilans. Plush fraternal boncuğu.
Next morning, we had to drive to the Revolution. Evidently the local stations don’t carry it.
The Battersea house, circa 1770.
Freakin’ British cavalry. Spoiler alert guys, freedom wins.
Kites at Dorey Park today. Colorful, live music, lots of movement. Then Country Style Donuts. This was our first trip there. Damn! Those were some good donuts.
Lia puts suet on a little tree outside our dining room window. Lots of visitors stopping by this spring – I don’t know my birds but they’re cool to watch.
Red bird, too
These guys, our most common guests, are jerks. Always chasing smaller birds away. Fat jerks.
Another common jerk
Cool stripe-head bird
Neat fuzzy bird in the rain
Bonus – I just like this busy out-of-focus shot.
This weekend Joe and I visited the Poplar Grove National Cemetery, hidden away just south of the city of Petersburg. The cemetery contains more than 6,000 Civil War dead, but sadly only about 2,000 names are known. The majority of the stones just say Unknown U.S. Soldier with a few Unknown Confederates in the mix. I suppose it didn’t matter to the boys by that point.
The layout of the cemetery is unique, with concentric circles of stones rather than straight rows. All the stones were laid flat in 1933, and it’s existed quietly with few changes since. Yet it’s beautifully kept, and peaceful.
Inspired by a beautiful set of photos from the Vanity Fair Oscar party, Joe and I rearranged the living room, fired up the flash and went for a moody look. I love this boy.
Lia and some mom friends teamed up for a bowl-a-thon today to support the Children’s Hospital Foundation. Joe and I were the cheering section. I mostly took pictures, and Joe just wanted to spit game, pitch woo and generally mack on any young lady withing a short, slow walk. First it was Lia’s friends, then he caught the eye of five cute girls in the next lane and off he went. They were terrific, and even wanted their picture taken with him. He sure can spot cool people.
There are photos in an album on Flickr, my favorites are below.
Jenn, Sam, Lia, Joe, Kim & Rainey
Tomorrow will be the coldest morning in the past 20 years here. Joe has been out of school all week between the holiday and snow. Lots of couch time, with his good friend the iPad.