Buster Days Weekend
Yes, Mommy is still WAY behind on here. WAY behind. What are you going to do though? No one else is volunteering for the job so this is what you're stuck with.
For this post we'll all travel back in time to June of this year. Mommy took Benjamin and I to see Gramma and Grampa. Daddy had to stay home and do school work. Poor guy. He missed a pretty sweet weekend.
We helped Grampa build some stuff. I love building stuff because you get to use tools. Drills and tape measures are my special favorites. Mommy has a hard time keeping track of our measuring tape at home because I like to steal it and play with it. Grampa is the only person who is smart enough to find my hiding spot for it: My tool bench. (Sheesh, you'd think Mommy would think of looking there. Every good fixer knows you should always put things away when you're done with them so they're ready and waiting for when you need them next time.) Here I am enjoying Grampa's tape measure. I think I like it better than even Mommy's.
We went to Kinsmen park next. That place is so great. There were gophers there. LOTS of gophers. I staked out a few holes, but they never came out of the ones I was waiting beside. They kept popping out of the ones I had just given up on! Tricky.
The train scared the living tarnations out of me. It was lucky I had Grampa along to keep me safe.
I went on the big ferris wheel too. It was almost as scary as the train, but not as loud. It was lucky I had Ben along to keep me safe.
We went to the Buster Days parade in Martensville. I loved it so much we watched it twice. Actually, I still talk about parades, and asked to go see the firetrucks almost constantly for weeks and weeks afterwards. In my mind there is a parade probably going on at all times, and all I need to do is convince my mom and dad to take me to it. Parades are only parades if they have firetrucks and candy and all that other junk is just the stuff you have to put up with while you wait for the firetrucks and candy. Here I am waiting in the gutter for candy:
And here I am waiting for the firetrucks. They're almost here!
Ahhhh... That was a good weekend. Isn't it fun to look back and remember good times? (There's going to have to be a lot of that around here if Mommy ever hopes to get this blog all caught up.)