The Brothers, Gilmore

On Saturday, the 24th, Darin, Calin, Curtis, Ivan and I went golfing at the 9-hole Municipal Course.  The girls took their girls to some princess thing at the high school, so Ivan got to tag along with us.  He did surprisingly well for a 2 1/2 year old at a golf course.  Overall it was a good day.  Darin and Curtis ended up with a tie, while I trailed a little further behind.  Calin's a pretty good little golfer, with the exception of the pictures below.  Kid spent more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff!  

Thanks, Darin, for letting me borrow your extra clubs and Curtis, for the golf balls.  I started the day with three golf balls and finished with 16, thanks to the canal, the tall brush and the grassy area on the other side of the fence you can see behind Calin in this first pic.  That area happens to be the airport, which curiously lacked "No Trespassing" signs.  Well, at least it did in this particular section, I later saw one of said signs and felt bad for hopping the fence.  

It is kind of funny to watch the progression of the disturbed sand as he tried to get his ball out. He was getting frustrated so I encouraged him to just chuck the ball, and he happily obliged.

His club looks bent in mid-swing.

Ivan got in on the action.

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Bottles, Bottles, Everywhere...But Not a Drop to Drink!

Jess and her mom have been toiling in the garden all summer.  Here is a shot of some of the vegetables of their labors.  

Tomato juice, green beans, carrots, pears and peaches (last two were purchased for bottling)

We went and picked fresh sweet corn tonight.  A local farmer had someone contracted to harvest his crop, but the person backed out, so the farmer is selling it off for $1/dozen.  So, we bought several dozen to blanch, remove from the cob and freeze.  We did save some for just eating.  It doesn't get much fresher than from the field, to the stove top, to the table, in a matter of about two hours.  

Unless you're Eli, who opted to skip the stove top and gnaw on a cob while I was shucking.

He's finally standing on his own, this ear of corn actually helped to balance him.

Hard to resist that smile.

Roll Over, Beethoven!

Forget Mozart, this kid's got talent!  Someday he'll make mom and dad a lot of money!

Blood Curdling

Eli has developed this terrible little scream.  He does it when he's happy, mad, hungry, having fun, during church, whenever fits his fancy, really.  He was kind enough to demonstrate for you while waiting for his mother to fix his dinner.