Monday, November 13, 2006

Movie Night, A Zoo, and a Creamery

The weekend began with a fun movie night with M and the boys, Curious George, and individual popcorns. It was a wicked fun. George is a great movie and M hadn't seen it yet. The boys cuddled with us the whole time...wicked cute. Max giggled the whole time and Sam watched intently and was sad when George was captured.
This was the view out our window (across the street) yesterday morning. Most of New England's leaves are on the ground, yet our street is just starting to fall. It is wicked pretty.
I finally got us to all get out of the house and enjoy the beautiful day. So we went to the Providence Zoo. Its a pretty good zoo, not quite as grand as SF and definitely doesn't compare to San Diego's, but still an enjoyable stroll.

Max's best friend from Pre-K was there too and they went around together the whole time. They are both wicked hyper and ran around the whole zoo together.
This bird kept trying to eat my son's finger.
Creepy stranger.
We stopped at a garage sale, which was over, on the way home and picked through the leftovers on the street. So the boys had to ride home with their heads tucked under a plastic pool. Can't beat a free garage sale. Sam wasn't too happy under their!

Then we had to satisfy the cravings of a pregnant woman who wanted a "real hamburger". So we found a Newport Creamery and got some wicked yummy grub!

6 comments:

Foot Handle Pete said...

What's the deal with "wicked" is that how the cool kid docs talk? Looks like a lot of fun. had to laugh at the pic of the pool. FHP

Kimberly said...

yeah, it just sounds wicked silly to say it so much. whassup with that?

Emily said...

I know you're trying to fit in with the wicked locals but remember, YOU'RE FROM CALI-FRICKIN-FORNIA!!

acte gratuit said...

Everything is "wicked" here!
i.e.
"I'm wicked tired!"
"My baby is wicked wicked sick!"
"That's wicked good stuff!"
(You get the idea...)

Dug's just trying to fit in with the locals cause he wants to be wicked cool.

Sheba said...

I'm gonna come out there and smack that wicked grin off your wicked face - little brother. Budday, you are wicked out of freakin' control. Which is not a California word but a Utah wanna be cuss word. We all know what the CAllies would say. So shut up (we say that at our house when Daddy isn't home) and put your head back in the pool. And by the way why do we have to read your comments in this stupid little box. Yes, Emmy I do need counseling. Nearing forty has led to more feelings of wicked aggression.

Kimberly said...

speaking of Wicked, anyone seen it lately? You totally should! The musical I mean. And by the way Dug, I'm now on book 2 of Bartimaeus. Wicked awesome, man!