This is why I never learned to fly an airplane …

Seriously?
If I were actually flying that plane, the only survivor would probably be the cobra.
This is why I never learned to fly an airplane …

Seriously?
If I were actually flying that plane, the only survivor would probably be the cobra.
As I mentioned in the previous post, this past weekend brought two terrific parties, a street celebration Saturday night and then on Sunday afternoon the Sixth Birthday Celebration for my Grandson Daniel.
Before I escort you to Weekend Party Two, let me just explain that Daniel is one very COOL little boy. And here are Eight Sunglasses-Prominent Pics of D-man to prove it:


(With kindergarten teacher Ms. Lancaster)



(With little brother Gabriel)



Okay, maybe the twin girls froze him up a bit and reduced his coolness by a tad.
But NOT on his birthday. Here he sits, with his green faux hawk (aka fohawk) before his backyard party begins, “patiently” waiting for the Spiderman inflatable to blow up.




Almost there.


“I love it!”

Here’s Batman perched in the trees:


I have NEVER seen a balloon so huge. And the Spiderman pinata, ready to be lowered:

Soon the backyard fills with school and neighborhood friends.





A great hit at the party–the appearance of the folks and animals from Critters-to-Go. The kids (and adults) are fascinated.




“Okay, kids, now let’s all play with snakes!” (Neal’s first thought: “Is everyone here INSANE? What happened to the PRETEND superheroes theme?) Then out of the corner of my eye, I see courageous Batman hiding out in the trees away from all this.
Initially, Daniel’s not so sure. See? He’s a smart boy.

That soon changes.



“Here, Abu, you hold him too.”

My drug-induced-looking smile is for the camera. I’m really thinking: “Is there ANY possible way to spank this child with over fifty people watching?”


Then Daniel becomes an experienced snakehandler.



Next, the spiders, of course.

Her t-shirt says it all.




(Note to self: talk to therapist about memory erasure treatment.)






Younger daughter Emily with grandtwins Madison and Matthew:

“Look up, Em.”


Older daughter Amy (Daniel’s mom) holding Matthew:

Matthew: “I know who my mama is.”

Nana and Madison step up:

D’s little brother Gabriel:


Amy and hubby Orte:


Oh, the gifts!



After the party, Daniel and I play with the giant picture of him that I had attached to a backyard tree. See it way in the back there?





An Afternoon of Joy.