sadie's st. louis homecoming - part ii (electric boogaloo)
Last weekend we packed up Kenny and Sadie and roadtripped down to St. Louis to visit cousins Danny & Elise.
Kenny and his St. Louis fan club.
Mr. K enjoyed the car ride, but was so interested in what was going on that he opted not to sleep all that much. Of course, I wasn't helping matters, as just when the little one was in a deep slumber, I got pulled over by Illinois' finest for doing 72 in a 65 zone (he claimed 74, but I'm gonna go with the cruise control settings on this one). Now, I was fortunate to get off with a warning, but the flashing red and blue lights (and prospect of Daddy getting into a heated exchange with an actual police officer) were too much for Kenny to ignore. He thankfully crashed back out soon afterwards, while Daddy attempted to stay within 5 miles an hour of the posted speed limit (with only minor grumbling).
We arrived in the "Lou" around 1:35am and had to get everything, and everyone, into the house and back down to bed. The next day was a bit bumpy, with exceptionally long naps enjoyed by all and capped off by a fun Shabbos dinner.
Is this the face of a well rested young man? Yeah, we didn't think so either.
He was pretty hungry tho'.
Evenkeel and Kenny model the latest in Friday night headgear for the young and upwardly mobile Jew.
Due to the lovely heat wave, we spent most of the trip hanging out in the house, enjoying the joys of AC. However, we did take a quick trip to the zoo on Saturday, where all of the animals seemed to think we were insane for venturing out into the heat. How hot was it? Well, since you asked, it was so hot that we took a 30 minute detour into the monkey house just to get some AC relief. Have you ever been inside of a monkey house? I have. And, imagine this, it smells like monkeys. Or, more specifically, it smells like monkey poop and monkey pee. But when it's 95 degrees outside, with 95% humidity, you suck it up, plug your nose, and get the hell inside where it's cool.
Afterwards, we went and grabbed some lunch before heading back to the homestead. That night we felt inspired to introduce Danny and Elise to the gastronomic wonder that is Steak 'n Shake. Our burgers were the grease-bombs I have come to know and love (after innumerable late night meals in Atlanta during high school with my friends), but Elise wasn't really a fan. Well, her stomach wasn't. Later that night, while we slept peacefully, Elise cursed the heavens, Steak 'n Shake franchisees everywhere, and probably me for suggesting we get it in the first place.
Kenny thinks meals taste better when the food doesn't smell like monkeys.
It was kind of like that time we took our French foreign exchange student to Aunt Fanny's Cabin in Atlanta for an authentic Southern meal (where everything is deep fried and slathered in grease and butter before being served). To say it was a shock to his system would be a, je ne sais quoi, understatement. But I digress.
On Sunday we took a trip to one of those ginormous indoor outlet malls to do some shopping during the tax-free weekend holiday. Kenny had a good time cruising around, and was an especially big fan of the store that had a gigantic remote controlled racetrack for patrons to use. His eyes grew huge as he watched the cars zip around and occasionally fly off the track when someone tried to take a turn a wee bit too fast.
My favorite part was the ice rink in the corner of the mall that was an "Official St. Louis Blues practice facility," where a bunch of young kids were taking a hockey lesson. I held Kenny up by the glass and whispered, "take mental notes," in his ear while he raptly watched the players slide around and take shots. He even managed to bang on the glass with an enthusiasm generally associated with the guys who are on their sixth beer and marveling at their ability to score seats along the boards.
"All monkeys poop. All monkeys pee. Some monkeys even fling their poop from the top of a tree."
The trip back home was cop-free, but we did manage to get stuck in a hellacious rainstorm for about 20 minutes, where I could barely see the taillights of the car in front of me. Always fun.
As for Kenny, he once again opted to stay awake waaaaaaay past his bedtime, yammering away from his car seat and pointing out fun things on the horizon for the dog. He did sleep through the storm tho', so that was a plus.
Kenny and his St. Louis fan club.
Mr. K enjoyed the car ride, but was so interested in what was going on that he opted not to sleep all that much. Of course, I wasn't helping matters, as just when the little one was in a deep slumber, I got pulled over by Illinois' finest for doing 72 in a 65 zone (he claimed 74, but I'm gonna go with the cruise control settings on this one). Now, I was fortunate to get off with a warning, but the flashing red and blue lights (and prospect of Daddy getting into a heated exchange with an actual police officer) were too much for Kenny to ignore. He thankfully crashed back out soon afterwards, while Daddy attempted to stay within 5 miles an hour of the posted speed limit (with only minor grumbling).
We arrived in the "Lou" around 1:35am and had to get everything, and everyone, into the house and back down to bed. The next day was a bit bumpy, with exceptionally long naps enjoyed by all and capped off by a fun Shabbos dinner.
Is this the face of a well rested young man? Yeah, we didn't think so either.
He was pretty hungry tho'.
Evenkeel and Kenny model the latest in Friday night headgear for the young and upwardly mobile Jew.
Due to the lovely heat wave, we spent most of the trip hanging out in the house, enjoying the joys of AC. However, we did take a quick trip to the zoo on Saturday, where all of the animals seemed to think we were insane for venturing out into the heat. How hot was it? Well, since you asked, it was so hot that we took a 30 minute detour into the monkey house just to get some AC relief. Have you ever been inside of a monkey house? I have. And, imagine this, it smells like monkeys. Or, more specifically, it smells like monkey poop and monkey pee. But when it's 95 degrees outside, with 95% humidity, you suck it up, plug your nose, and get the hell inside where it's cool.
Afterwards, we went and grabbed some lunch before heading back to the homestead. That night we felt inspired to introduce Danny and Elise to the gastronomic wonder that is Steak 'n Shake. Our burgers were the grease-bombs I have come to know and love (after innumerable late night meals in Atlanta during high school with my friends), but Elise wasn't really a fan. Well, her stomach wasn't. Later that night, while we slept peacefully, Elise cursed the heavens, Steak 'n Shake franchisees everywhere, and probably me for suggesting we get it in the first place.
Kenny thinks meals taste better when the food doesn't smell like monkeys.
It was kind of like that time we took our French foreign exchange student to Aunt Fanny's Cabin in Atlanta for an authentic Southern meal (where everything is deep fried and slathered in grease and butter before being served). To say it was a shock to his system would be a, je ne sais quoi, understatement. But I digress.
On Sunday we took a trip to one of those ginormous indoor outlet malls to do some shopping during the tax-free weekend holiday. Kenny had a good time cruising around, and was an especially big fan of the store that had a gigantic remote controlled racetrack for patrons to use. His eyes grew huge as he watched the cars zip around and occasionally fly off the track when someone tried to take a turn a wee bit too fast.
My favorite part was the ice rink in the corner of the mall that was an "Official St. Louis Blues practice facility," where a bunch of young kids were taking a hockey lesson. I held Kenny up by the glass and whispered, "take mental notes," in his ear while he raptly watched the players slide around and take shots. He even managed to bang on the glass with an enthusiasm generally associated with the guys who are on their sixth beer and marveling at their ability to score seats along the boards.
"All monkeys poop. All monkeys pee. Some monkeys even fling their poop from the top of a tree."
The trip back home was cop-free, but we did manage to get stuck in a hellacious rainstorm for about 20 minutes, where I could barely see the taillights of the car in front of me. Always fun.
As for Kenny, he once again opted to stay awake waaaaaaay past his bedtime, yammering away from his car seat and pointing out fun things on the horizon for the dog. He did sleep through the storm tho', so that was a plus.
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