<--- Yep, that's me driving the Quad for "hayrides" around the R&G property.
I'm such a *rock star*, huh?I was being taunted by the older kids to go faster so they could bump and roll around in the trailer behind the quad, but the "mom" in me wouldn't allow it. Plus, I didn't thnk it was in my best interest to be on the front page of the newspaper because I'd crashed into a tree and mamed 15 kids, KWIM??
<--- This is my daddy-o. He played top chef for the evening with a slew of his club buddies, preparing delicious BBQ chicken for my eating enjoyment. There was also an ammount of tom-foolery going on, I must note. What else would you expect from a group of manly-men in the presence of so many women and children?
Thanks for the delish eats, dad.
G got his raffle on, wanting desperately to win one of the fishing poles that was up for grabs. Alas, none of his ticket numbers were called so he resorted to pouting. He perked up a bit for the "candy run" where there are massive ammounts of candy strewn about the floor of one of the large function rooms at the club. The kids are divided into two groups.. little bits and big guys. Each kiddo is given a bag and let loose in the room to grab as much as their little bags can hold.
Griff is not the competitive type at all, so often gets left in the dust of the bigger (and sometimes smaller) kids who are out for blood... or in this case, candy. Amid the screaming and pushing and grabbing, Griff skirted the edges of the mob, trying to find the small hershey bars. While the majority of the kids must have made off with upwards of 50 pieces of candy, G walked away with... 5 bite-size chocolate bars. Bummer, dude. I asked him why he got so little, and he replied that the other kids were pushing and telling him to get out of the way. It probably also had something to do with the fact that he was being super picky about which candy he was going for instead of scooping up handfulls like the others.
It stinks that the *lesson* learned from this part of the night is was if you don't push and yell and force your way to the top, you get hosed. Griff just isn't that type of kid. And I'm thankful for that.
He didn't walk away from the eveny moping or empty handed, though. He got a small stuffed bear which he's saving for his little brother, and a yo-yo. As he was getting into Nan's car (he slept over nan and gramp's house last night), he grinned at me through the window and pressed the bear's stuffed butt against it, sticking his fresh almost-ten-year-old tongue out at me. I shook my fist at him and sent him away a bundle of giggles. Not a bad way to end the night.
Not sure who's the kid you or G, so glad you all had a great night and enjoy you weekend
Posted by: EJ | June 22, 2007 at 06:10 PM