Part 2 of the Fantastic Four Return

Here are more happy moments from 

Family Night at the Loyd house last week.

Part 1 was in the previous blog post.

Hunter can't get too much of seeing himself

on the bulldozer last week.

When I suggested to Hunter that he and Evan

share the chair, this wasn't what I had in mind.

But they worked things out satisfactorily.

As usual.

Evan's dilemma:  to look at the camera or

watch Grandpa grinning like a loon.

Hunter prefers his go-to option: the thumb.

Grandma and her girls.

That's right, Evan.  Sneer for the camera.

Grandma passes out fruit snacks-- a reward

for good behavior.

You gonna eat all of yours?

Look, Evan, it's ME!

The fast camera shutter captures Evan's 

throw the instant it arrives.  Stee-rike!

C'mon, Daddy, show me how to throw

a spitball.

If one is good, two is better.

If I had three, I'd juggle.

Grandpa, let's show 'em how to make a tent!

Now you see it, now you don't!

Is that the "Tent that Ate Chicago"?

When the kids pull out Jennifer and Amanda's

old Fisher-Price music kit, everybody makes

a little music.

Evan, why don't you blow it, not bite it?

With Stephen keeping a firm grip on their chairs

 Evan and Hunter ham it up.  No captions needed.

Think Family Night

 will become a regular event?

You bet!

The Fantastic Four Return

Before I get to the "Fantastic Four" part, 

here are a few pics from regular babysitting

last week.

Evan will stop whatever he's doing to offer a pose.

Hunter examines a vintage Mickey Mouse.

Judy's parents actually brought this back from

 Disney World for Jennifer three decades ago.

A weary Bri is still drying out from pool time, but

 she's always got time to be fashion-conscious.

Evan attempts to defy the laws of physics by

squeezing Mickey into this micro-bus.

Better check with Einstein, Newton, or Daddy.

Claire can certainly multi-task.  Watch the

tube, surf on her laptop, and chomp blueberries.

Evan, man of 1,000 faces.

1,001.

Grandma's afghan makes a nice tent.

And a tent makes a nice hiding place.

For some people, an airplane is better than

a blanket or a thumb.

NOW, for the REAL fun!

Friday evening, at Judy's inspiration, we

inaugurated a monthly family meal, which

we'll rotate between our homes.  In this noble

experiment, we placed the six adults in the 

dining room, and arranged a kid-sized table

for the four children in the living room.

The hardest part was getting into a chair.

We knew the kids would get enough to eat, so

didn't care if they mixed in a little playtime.

Hunter seems to be negotiating a swap.

And here, I'll throw in Grandma's flowers

for free.

Miracle # 1.  Everyone seated at once.

Waitress, I'll have the usual.  And make it snappy.

I dunno, guys.  Should we let Amanda

join us or make her eat with the grown-ups?

A bonus of this evening was celebrating

Stephen's birthday.  Then why no pictures

of Stephen?  Well, the kids tend to steal the

show, but I promise ONE picture of birthday

boy. And by the way, it took help from ALL

the kids to get those candles out.

And the cake, which is actually Stephen's

favorite homemade brownies, passes the kid test.

It passed the adult test, too.

Hunter says, "I've got two airplanes.  Wanna

come fly with me?"

Evan thinks we'd better check out Grandma's

potato bin.  Better act quick or lose that arm, Hunter!

Yes, for this one special occasion, there WAS

bouncing on Grandma and Grandpa's bed.

Nobody ended up on the floor.  Just Grandma's

reading lamp (no damage sustained).

Left to right:

Matt, Jennifer, Stephen, and Amanda

Since I was taking the picture, I sure hope

Judy was with the kids . . . .

This isn't the end.  Another post will follow

shortly, with more of the evening's festivities.

Andy Griffith: "Conversation With a Mule" and more

It's my turn to do a brief Andy Griffith

tribute now.  His television success is

familiar to my younger readers who saw

the endless reruns and to those of my age

and older who made Sheriff Taylor's

acquaintance around 1960.

Many folks are also familiar with his

humorous monologue from the '50's

entitled "What it was, was Football."

I have a couple of audio tapes of lesser

known monologues and songs, of which

I'm posting a couple here.  

This comedy monologue is called

"Conversation With a Mule," and is

packed with Griffith's homespun wisdom.

(2 and a half minutes)

The second video is a country-fied version

of "Romeo and Juliet."

(3 minutes)

If you enjoy these, let me know here or on 

Facebook and I'll post some others.

Hunter and the Tractors

Note: If you haven't viewed the previous post,

don't miss it-- four videos of Hunter in action.

"I wonder what fun stuff I'm gonna do with

 Grandpa tonight. Or will it be same old, same old."

"Hey, Hunter, do you want to put down your

angel and go see some big tractors?"

And that's what me and Hunter did Thursday

evening.  Our church parking lot is being paved

and all kinds of heavy equipment was parked

up there.  There were a road scraper, two steam

rollers, a bulldozer, and a brusher.  We tried 'em all.

And to keep it simple, I called 'em all 'tractors.'

Hmm.  How does this thing work?

I love this one.  It's got the bouncy seat.

Grandpa, I'll drive.  If we get pulled over, 

you take over.

What do you mean 'Sit still.' Do I have a choice?

Hint: Look in the rear view mirror to see

who's navigating this dozer.

Even a big machine lover like Hunter couldn't

resist the lure of the church playground.

It's a long way down.  Well, it was a long

way up, too.  (I spent some time clearing

the offending pine straw from his path.)

Hunter does fine on the 'big boy swing' now.

We made our own fun dumping the rain

water out of magnolia leaves (see the video

on previous blog post.)

Not surprisingly, after a few minutes on the

playground, Hunter was eager to get back

to the 'tractors.' He was a little bolder now.

Why is this wheel up in the air?

Are you sure this is an elevator, Grandpa?

In our little made-up game we like to shout

"Ouch" every time we touched these stiff bristles.

Hunter was curious to see what was in the

scoop of this "tractor." Several times.

Dirt.  Dirt.

Well, yeah.

Okay, you guys.  This way.  Follow me.

Another day in the life of Hunter,

construction foreman.

OH, NO!  I've been busted!!

Hope you enjoyed getting to know a little

more about Hunter.  He's quite a guy.