So apparently there's a hurricane coming our way. Kind of a big one. Sure, we could bring in all our outside stuff, and buy batteries and eggs and milk and bread and fill our freezer with little baggies of water, that will hopefully freeze and keep the stuff in our freezer cold for longer.
Or, we could just go spend a Friday night watching polo.
Mr. Adam and Ms. Maria joined us for a little tailgating
The boys watch some polo
Usually they play in a big grass field, but we've had a crap-ton of rain here this month and the field was a little slick. So they played in the ring instead.
I swear we had fun tonight. But the looks on everyone's faces here says otherwise.
Maybe it had something to do with the need for ice...
For this here bee sting. Poor kid whimpered a little, but bounced back like a champ. First bee sting he's ever had, and he didn't die or anything. So hopefully he's not allergic.
Threatened to storm but it didn't. Made it pretty.
Dexter says "You are TWO"
And "Buddy is THREE"
Cute boys
Dex was jazzed driving home because the headlights were on, and it was still dark outside. And this kid is going on DAY THREE of not taking a nap. I swear, I'm gonna kill him soon...
Good thing he's cute.
Maria snagged a family shot of us. Waaaaay back there, in the dark, there's some polo ponies.
So, yeah. Bring it, hurricane. We're totally ready. We do, at least, have beer.
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