On a whim we headed north to the Lincoln Balloon Festival. We met up with Mike, Sarah, and Colbie. It was good times. And there was a special shaped balloon.
The Shoo family just got back from the US Virgin Islands. We spent a week with my in-laws, and my brother-in-law and his girlfriend. And of course Grayson was along for the trip. Lots of photos and video. Be warned: you’ll wish you would have been there too. I am going to try to break this up into a couple of posts.
In a not so chronicle recap:
Here’s the motley crew standing in front of Peace Hill windmill. The windmill was built in colonial times and used by Susanaberg sugar plantation. Note: Photo was not taken with a selfie stick or a tripod, but a good ol’ setting the camera up on a rock and setting the timer. #dadskill
Top right corner, multi-million dollar mansions over looking Denis and Hawksnest bay. There used to be a giant Jesus statue built in the 1950s on this hill but it was blown down by a hurricane in 1995.
Over Mr. Grayson’s right shoulder and down below is Denis Bay. Grayson was a lovely little kid on this trip. It was great just spending a week with him.
Mom and daughter. (Lynne and Sarah)
Lynne and Bob.
Bob had a camera this time. It will be interesting to see what he shot.
Looking up at the Peace Hill windmill
This is another windmill at the Annaberg Plantation.
A building on the Annaberg plantation. The hills were all terraced and would have been filled with sugarcane.
The texture of the walls is made of stone and cut coral rock.
This was our “No worries” friend Charles. He offered us sugar cane, “Wakes you up maaan!” And cut open a coconut so we could drink the water and taste the coconut. The water was excellent. It had a sweet taste with just a hint of the carbonation. Charles told us it would “clean your blooood.” The coconut itself tasted like eating an almond. He handed Grayson the seed pod and told him “make music maan.”
But how could you not resist a kid wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt.
Charles’ very appropriate vehicle.
Don’t you wish you had a coconut? More photos and videos later.
In November, Mrs. Shoo and I celebrated seven years together. Yes really. Seven. I don’t know what the traditional gift is for seven years, but I gave her a hand crafted wood bowl.
A friend / coworker had been showing his recent wood working skills. Always liking something that you can’t buy off a shelf, I asked him to make a bowl. He lathed it from a single piece of wood. I can’t remember if it is Cherry or Walnut, but either way it looks fantastic.
Below I have some of Mrs. Shoo’s loose fiber that she uses for spinning yarn.
I am sucker for trains. My Grandpa Etter raised me on HO gauge set that took up more than a living room. I get a little excited when I see the BSNF coal train on Rt 104 headed to the power plant. I know what a 2-6-0 wheel arrangement looks like.
Needless to say, I was a little geeked when my father-in-law mentioned going to Monticello for Railroad Days. I hadn’t been in years and I knew Grayson would have a terrific day. In fact, the whole family had a great time.
Grayson was excited from the beginning. We got several “oh boy!” out of him.
First ride out we sat in the cupola of the caboose.
Grayson yelling down to his mom to “be safe.”
Gray was not the best at posing today. A few too many things to do.
The adventure these two have been on.
Talking with the engineer.
Friendliest hobo you ever meet.
“Full steam ahead!”
We had a great time today! Make sure to check out the Monticello Railway Museum.
Helped my brother move. He recently acquired a new “old” vehicle.
A beautiful 1989 Lincoln Continental. It’s in premo condition if you overlook the late 80’s wood trim and old lady smoke residue. It’s his new baby and mode of transportation as his job will only be 4 miles from his house. I have a feeling he is going to get some looks with this vehicle. Good thing he is locked down to a good woman.
I may have volunteered Buddy to be Grayson’s friend in the wagon. The dog hated the wagon and looked for every opportunity to jump out. I consider it payback for much trouble he has caused us tipping the trash can and getting into bags.
Grayson proudly displaying the official flag for his swing set. Grammy Lynne put together a wonder flag featuring Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in the background and a capital G. This would make Betsy Ross jealous. Grayson loves the flag and I have to make a trip to the hardware store for a bracket so he can display it proudly.
We stopped at Scheels tonight to get new shoes. Grayon’s had robots. They did not have the robots in my size. Leaving we stopped at the statue of Ronald Reagan. I asked G who it was… he replied, “Ronald Reagan.” Have no idea where that came from, but incredible he recalled it.
Having a blog sounds like a great idea. Many times I have thought, “Man this is great thing. I should really sit down and write about this. Because no one has totally written about this.” Then I sit down and nothing comes out. I end up on a endless round-robin of reddit, facebook, and twitter. Luckily Instagram keeps my attention. Makes it super easy to post. A hash tag can explain so much sometimes. So below, my ‘grams. Not all of them, but my favorites.
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Grayson Geebus, who insists on calling himself this now because we’ve called him Geebus so often. He does not believe his middle name is Edward. He will say, “Not Edward.” Imagine him saying that in a toddler slur. It sounds cute.
But Geebus has totally become fascinated with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He’s never seen the show, but got a hat from someone and totally has become part of the turtle team. It doesn’t help that Grammy and BobPa fueled his obsession by breaking out his Uncle Sean’s old turtles, which includes a blimp, van, assorted villains. Essentially little boy heaven.
Below at the Springfield Arts Council’s Paint The Streets he got painted like a Ninja Turtle. Not a surprise at all. He smudged the paint right away.
He loved painting on the streets. He even wrote his name.
For the last couple of years I’ve been going to Lollapalooza as a pilgrimage to reclaim my youth. I may have a receding hairline but I can still dance like a fool.
Part of going to Lollapalooza means I get to feast on beers and cheeseburgers.
This work of art was from Au Cheval. Bacon was thick. Nuff’ said.
Our little dude had his first day of ‘school.’ No tears at all. The first day he told @mrsshoo to “Go home mom” two times. When I dropped him of today I got a hug and that was that. He is having so much fun that the teacher mentioned that she couldn’t believe it was his second day. He acted like a natural.
We’ve been super busy at the Shoo household the last couple of weeks. While out with the in-laws at Memorial Gardens we did an impromptu photo shoot.
I have a big back log of photos that I need to go through. These are a few from the Easter celebration we had with the in-laws.
In his basket Grayson got a 99 cent spray bottle. He thought it was the best thing in the world. He spent the evening chasing us around the deck squirting us.