Visit by Will, Christine, and Harrison Outlaw (July 3-6, 2015) Our son, William M. Outlaw, and his children, Christine and Harrison, visited over the 4th weekend, and here we note some of our activities and favorites photographs from this family reunion.
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They arrived after having been cooped up in their automobile, then the airplane, and finally the rental car. Their energy badly needed a release as I noted when I walked by our bedroom door. The little Ninja Warrior, age 5, had scaled the door frame. It turned out that there was no place in the house that was out of reach of their hands and feet. We were successful, thankfully, in keeping them on the (washable) wooden surfaces (and off Nedra's hand-painted stencils)! Soon, Christine, age 9, was in the living room doing hand stands, forward flips, and backwards flips. Christine was formerly known as Julia, but announced to me right away that she wished to be called Christine, her middle name. I had noted that Harrison had already been addressing her thus. That's OK, my mother went by her middle name (Christine) also. |
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. . . and Harrison's break dancing! |
The competition culminated when the arena was moved to a wider door frame. All the way to the top, then free-hand. The final act was Harrison's climbing up one side only. I was exhausted. |
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Fishing was the day's major plan, so a trip to Pavo Hardware was in order. They handled the business and reported smells they had never encountered before. First, they bought worms, then, . . . |
. . . crickets. (The folks here are really nice and I recommend them for a good old-fashioned experience.) |
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We encountered an obstacle ("obstacle" and "transition" are two of Harrion's most memorable words). Blueberry ice cream, peaches, and a watermelon comprised the load from Barney. |
FINALLY--patience is not Christine's strong point--Will drove them to the pond. |
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Christine caught the first fish, the most kinds of fish, and the most fish. Harrison's ship was a little slower coming in, and fire-ant stings did not help! He found his footing, though, and caught the largest fish. This was their first-ever fishing trip, and I am glad that they were able to have it with their grandparents, just as Will did, and in the exact same location. Christine's curiosity was piqued by all she saw when the fish were converted to food. Not squeamish at all, she wanted to touch the whiskers, the air bladder, and "what's this, and what's that?" |
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| The energy levels so abundant on Friday night had dropped down a good bit by Saturday night (Left). No movie, no Legos, no tussling on the floor. | After a good night's sleep, though, it was time to get up-and-at-'em. We walked outside and picked a bunch of grapes for both of them. After watching Christine polish off a half pound, I thought I shouldn't tempt her with more.
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We had another photo-op in the vineyard (left) under the bunches of ripening fruit. It was time to come to Tallahassee too soon for us, but not soon enough for Prissy. She was so gentle and submissive with the children; I think she knows that she might be scary. |
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When we had our final breakfast, Nedra had learned what they liked. As you see, Christine likes fruit! I was happy to see right away on the first day that she enjoys foraging figs from our trees just as I do. Harrison, on the other hand, is devastating to biscuits, eggs, and bacon. No shortage of appetites. We surely hated to see them go.
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