Here are those pictures I talked about yesterday, with the birds:
Today's update is going to be about the weekend when my grandpa (Adam's Dad) came to visit us. Actually, come to think of it, it was Mother's Day weekend. Funny how holidays sneak up on you like that, huh. Wow. Anyway, we did TONS of cool stuff, including going to the desert botanical gardens in Phoenix. They had this exhibit where a guy made a whole bunch of glass sculptures or something... you can read more about it on my mom's blog.
First, one of the sculptures:
Next, a couple of native plants for your enjoyment. I learned that this is a palo verde tree, kind of like the one we have in front of our house, only way bigger and in full bloom.
Here's one that you can only find in the Sonoran Desert, which in practice means only in Arizona, regardless of what you may see in the movies:
10 points to the first person from another state to tell me what this is (and I don't mean "a cactus.") These guys can live to be 300 years old. Bet you didn't know that, huh?
Just before that we had gone to one of the best sandwich places ever, Dilly's Deli in Tempe. I tried a new food completely by my own choice, and to everyone's surprise, actually liked it:
It's a pickle, which I guess some people aren't into, especially whoever came up with this shirt. Something about the look on my face reminded my dad of Popeye the sailor man. Whatever.
The "Who Pooped...?" book (yesterday's post) was in the gift shop, where I was complaining about the heat outside. Mid-complaint, my dad found the book and put it by me, and mom snapped the shutter of her camera before I could say anything. I swear, I think the purpose of parents is to embarrass their kids. You might think it's the other way around, but you would be sorely mistaken.
The next day was Mothers' Day, and we got to talk to Uncle Owen on the phone. Actually, it was just mom and dad. There was NO way I was getting up at six in the morning. It was still kind of dark out... it was like... the daytime... of the night. Here's a picture of us many moons ago, right before he left. Obviously, holding newborn babies came naturally to him, and the joy in his face is just heartwarming:
Oh well. I hear he's doing some great stuff up in the great white north, so I'll let it slide this time.
Update
10 years ago