Saturday, September 12, 2009

Huzzah!

We're having lots of fun at Myers house. There's something fun happening every weekend this fall. Friday some of us went to the homecoming parade. There's something exciting about a parade. Especially one that features candy. Some of us had football practice and were running drills instead of watching the parade. But in the interest of some diversion, there was a girls cross country meet that ran around the boys during Thursdays practice. By the way Erin got that new cast at Lauren's physical therapy appointment. Lauren was trying to rig up a cast for Erin using an old rubber band and a tissue. The doc thought she might like some real tape.


This morning we went to the renaissance fair. Or the ren-office as Erin referred to it. The Lords and Ladies had a grand time. Lauren was the official photographer. This was one of 10 pictures of his royal highness the King. Who I read was actually a math teacher from Independence. Which just seems funny to me. I have no idea what Mrs. Dicus was doing with her weekends. But I can nearly assure you it wasn't anything like this.

The problem with this official photographer is that it made some of us very mad. She reckoned it should be a shared proposition. And she had no intentions to smile when it was her turn already.

Something truly wonderful happened. Riding this camel was a real treat. This very kind women offered to not only ride with Lauren and Erin, but to pay for their ride as well. It was an unexpected random kindness that was as sweet as their little smiles.


The boys adventured on their own. I'm sure checking on many the wenched up bosom's along the path. Jackson is better than 'where's waldo' in a crowd. I bet it takes you all of 5 seconds to find him. He's the one right in the middle watching the joust. They fought to the death. On horseback, with swords, with their heavy metal armour. Erin declared very solemnly that "they'd better be careful."

The people watching at the fair was amazing. It's truly an eclectic group. We even came upon this group pulling ferrets in a decorated wagon. The girls liked holding them. Erin was quite taken with the fact that hers had red eyes.

The food at the fair is scrumptious. The girls ate these big old humongous corn dogs. We sat on the bench and contentedly watched the people.

Huzzah!






Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Labor Day

Gotta love these 3 day weekends. We put ours to good use here at Myers house. I went to the Santa Cala Gon Festival not once but twice. Once to check out all the craft tents. All 8 of them. The second so that 13 year old boys can meet up with their friends.

Some of us picked out our own clothes. Red cow boy boots and a sundress that, well, fit perfectly in April. And she pulled it off beautifully.

Monday the boys sampled some golf at a local family golf park.

Jack won the putt putt by a stroke.

These guys have been friends since the fourth grade. Check out that batman cap and the random foam finger.

And I hope they'll be friends forever. We love ya Nick.






Dawg Days

August has been a whirl here at Myers house. We've managed to squeeze in every last bit of summer while starting a new job, a new school year and a new team.

We loaded up the car and headed to St. Louis for a vacation. We saw the arch, the zoo, Purina Farms, Six Flags, and the City Museum. And sat three steps away from heaven to watch a Cardinals game. I guess I could have cropped out Lauren's crazy face. But I knew you needed a laugh.
This was Erin's first ever major league hot dog. Not that we are sentimental or anything. But it was.
Like every good vacation we chowed down and relaxed.

We also went to the State Fair. And for once it wasn't 101.

We had to drag these girls from the conservation building kicking and screaming. But if we didn't get another corn dog their mama was gonna start kicking and screaming.

Oh and Smokey was there. We love Smokey. Actually we haven't always. Remember the year that Lauren was like 2 and didn't realize that the thing talked. And talked with that low deep voice that nearly scared her to death. I think I still have the scars from when she clawed at my neck to get away. To make amends I gave her a little stuffed Smokey for Christmas.

And we started the eighth grade.


And we started playing football for the middle school team. And some of us started washing the nastiest clothes ever on the planet. It's been a wild August.