We celebrated Dave's birthday as well. Bryan and Dad built a fire pit and we enjoyed an evening sitting around the fire as a family, complete with diet Pepsi, wheat thins and canned "cheese".
Slightly strange to intentionally light a fire in the face of the wildfire season, but we were careful.
The little girls got the shoes on and convinced Grandpa to feed Misty.
There was cake, of course, and more presents for the resident 66-year-old.
Like father, like son...
Perhaps the best gift for Dave was the spontaneous baseball game Sunday afternoon.
All the grandkids got in on the action.
And he was pitcher extraordinaire!
We weren't out of the city limits before Mitch conked out. Yes, the grasshopper was transported to Hermiston. And yes, it survived and was released. And yes, Shannon still gets out of bed proclaiming, "I miss Grassy."
She did not sleep, but read and made faces. Quite a spit-fire, this one.
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