When we were waiting in line for the last ride, we were behind an African American family that was very jolly and loud. They were having a good time playing "I spy" while they waited for their turn on the ride. There were a couple of young teenage boys (maybe even tweens) that were especially funny. One of them took his turn and said, "I spy with my little eye something...black." And the other saucy little guy quickly retorted, "Is it...YOU?" Their whole family busted up and half the line around them was struggling not to reveal themselves as eves-droppers. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was just what our tired, line-weary bodies needed.
What else? Oh, whoever invented the automatic toilet should be shot...many times. I think it is the most stupid thing ever. I needed to use the restroom at Sea World and before I could even get my protective paper on the seat, my toilet had flushed two times. Then it flushed again with my paper on it and I had to start all over again. I made sure I didn't move while I tinkled because heaven knows I don't want the Sea World toilet bowl water all over my rear end. Anyway, probably too much information, but seriously, is there anyone out there who actually likes automatic toilets? What's the point? It can't possibly be to stop the spread of germs since it has a nasty habit of spewing out yucky toilet water before you're out of range. Oh well, enough about that.
Buddha was begging us to be able to go home before the fireworks, but I was determined to stay and watch since we'd never seen them before. The Chief commented, "How pathetic is it that our toddler is begging us to go home and we're refusing. Isn't it usually the other way around?" The Chief had to cover Buddha's ears throughout the fireworks show and when they were over, I asked Buddha if he enjoyed them. He said simply, "No." Well, so much for that. I liked them.
A nice lady offered to take a family picture for us. She said she remembered the days when she wasn't in any pictures. :) I can relate.
On Saturday we were lucky to be invited to bar-b-que and swim with some good friends. We had a great time. Check out this picture of Buddha eating his popsicle. When I first taught him what to do, I told him to lick like mad. Well, apparently he took it to heart because now when we tell him to take bites or suck the juice out so it doesn't drip on him, he ignores us. The top broke off a couple seconds after The Chief snapped the picture. Good timing, Papa!
On Saturday night our good friends, Greg and Lindsey, hosted a dinner party at their house for The Chief's practice group (Legal Malpractice). There was no "shop talk" allowed and we had a great time chatting and laughing with The Chief's colleagues and their spouses. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. Especially when the talk turned to the old firm website. I really do hope that Scott digs that up so we can all take turns trying to win the "lips" jackpot. And the food...Wow! Talk about gourmet. I loved it. Greg and Lindsey, you guys are amazing! We can't wait until next year. Thanks for an excellent Saturday night. Oh, and here's a little shout-out to all our blog stalkers. You know who you are (Lori & Co.). See the little comments link at the bottom of this post? Feel free to make yourselves known! Here are a few pictures from the night that I stole off of Lindsey's blog (I hope you don't mind, my friend).
Yesterday for Family Home Evening we took the boys to Hilltop Park and let Buddha ride his bike around. I brought my camera to take pictures of him on his bike with his cool sunglasses. As luck would have it, we also happened upon this awesome "tube" (for lack of a better word) that made for a great photo op. The boys had a great time rolling Daddy around and being rolled around. I wanted to take the thing home to our backyard. I could just see hours of free time in my future until The Chief reminded me that we didn't have room in our car for it. Bummer.
Buddha loved breaking hard so he could make skid marks all over the park. Here he is checking out his handy work.