We started the holiday weekend with a Friday night baseball game between the Saltdogs and Ft. Worth Cats. Evan got some up close and personal attention from Homer, the Saltdogs' mascot who sat down in the seat next to Evan for some high fives and hugs. Mom caught an ice cream sandwich thrown to the upper deck. And as we were leaving the game in the sixth inning, Mom heard a weird thump as we made our way to our car -- a foul ball had landed in the parking lot. So it was an excellent ball game night.
Saturday morning, Evan attended a birthday party at the skating rink. He had a great time and his dad even got out on the rink and showed Evan how skating was done back in the day -- maybe a little roller disco?
Here in our landlocked state, fresh seafood isn't on most people's plates. We decided to try the local Red Slobster (as Evan called it) for a change of pace and thought Evan might like it. He stuck to Kraft macaroni and cheese instead of seafood, but I'll commend the chain for serving it with applesauce and steamed vegetables. The wait staff also treated Evan right by bringing him a Shirley Temple that was 50% maraschino cherries. The parental unit's dinners were fine, but I don't think we'll add RL to our list of favorite dining spots.
Sunday, Evan's mom spent a little time sorting through family photographs that were in Grandpa Rog's collection. The plan is to scan and document the photos so that our family members can have copies. Check out some samples on the Picasa web album site. It'll be a big project, but a nice way to share the photos that many of us have never seen before.
Tonight we grilled pork chops and Evan complained this his had "bristle," a.k.a 'gristle," which lead me to share with him the breaking news of an eleven year old boy that bagged an 1050 lb. wild boar. Now that's a piece of pork that might carry some bristle/gristle.
