Lia and I went to a live taping of one of the great radio shows of our time, Wait Wait … Don’t Tell Me!, in Durham last week. It was terrific! Anytime Bobcat Goldthwait kicks the night off with an Eric Von Zipper joke, you know you’d better buckle up. Amiright?!
The show was very funny, or course, and it was neat to hear the changes from live show to finished show a day and a half later. It was almost two hours live, edited down to about 50 minutes for the final product. Very cool.
Joe spent the night at his Nana & Papa’s place. It was the first night he’s been away from both of us in years, but we all survived. I probably took it the hardest – my little Anthony Fremont. And any stop in Fayetteville means cousins.
Papa put dry ice in the bird bath. I tried to think of a ridiculous story why, but couldn’t. He just had some dry ice, and he put it in the bird bath.
Joe connecting with Papa through the screen.
Joe connecting with Nana through the screen.
Our second year as a Va-LEND family has ended. This year we were matched up with a terrific genetic counselor (almost) Joyti. We first met back in September, and over the past eight months Joyti has observed Joe and us at home, in school, during therapy, out having fun and even by Facetime. We have no doubt she would have been an exceptional professional without us, but are glad we met her and hope the experience will make her just that much better in her career.
Best of luck Joyti – thanks for everything and we hope to see you again soon.
Each year little kids all around Virginia get together for Little Feet Meets. They’re affiliated with Special Olympics but organized through the schools as a chance for those too young to compete to get a taste of the Special Olympics vibe. Last year was Joe’s first meet, and it was cool. This year was even better – great weather, more kids, and a huge number of volunteers and spectators.
If you’re here, at JoeTremblay dot com, you came to see the boy. There are a few photos below, but first, take a minute and a half to watch this and get a feel for the gravitas of the day. These photos are all in a set on Flickr.
First, some sport.
Oh, hey ladies. Yeah, I’m a footballer.
You know, winning goal, blah blah blah. Typical Wednesday really.
The hottest ticket in town last week? The Kindergartners performing live at the world-famous Tussing Cafetorium. It was a terrific show, expertly produced by the music teacher Mr. Souder. There are a bunch of photos of the event and other kids on Picsurge. All the good Joe photos are on our Flickr.
In one of her many brilliant moves, Lia bid on and won a silent auction months ago securing us front row seats for the show. It was a good thing, as the place was standing room only by the time the curtain opened.
Joe doesn’t sing yet, outside of some scatting when we do the Alphabet Song or beat-boxing to Twinkle Twinkle, but he was loving being on stage with his classmates. Thanks to Mrs. Lee for her help running him through the choreography.
The whole shebang
Off to sign autographs.
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.