And of Sweet Apple Pie

So this is just a photo dump. Random as random can be. 

Asher looks like an 85 year old Miami resident.

We went to our first baseball game early in the summer. Charlie got to meet, Rookie, Uncle Sam and Blooper. We didn't get Rocky, the Rock Cats autograph but we got everyone else's. Everyone else who was important, mascots basically. The family made it through 6 whole innings - which is five and a half more than I thought we'd make. Of course one full inning was dedicated to the ice cream in customary mini batting helmet.

Pillow face.

 Turtle face.

 Bush whackers.

 I wasn't thinking about pushing them all in. But I'm betting if I pushed in just one, everyone else would get the message.

 Checking out books.

 SLAM!

Looking sharp, looking for love.

Clearly the bucket is more fun than the pool.

 After the Norwalk Aquarium. Don't think this made it into that post, though.

If I die in the next five years, run this as my obituary pic. Tie, collared shirt, good background and I look thin. If I die sometime after five years, use the picture of me on the moon.

 Choppy Seneca Lake

Here are the steel drum propane can bottoms. I like that dad and Charlie are making the same monkey-esque face.

 No idea why Asher moved his chair to the side shelves. He wanted to eat dinner with Vicar, a fish we were fishsitting.

Tire swing.

Some left over NY trip picks. I think this was from the first trip up this year.

Having lunch.

Crowned.

 Watering the pool.