Chad's first Out of Town Baseball Tournament

So, the bad news is that I turned 40 about a week and a half ago and I am now settling into my dotage.  I have bought myself a rocker and learned how to knit.  Now I just have to add on a front porch to our house to complete the image.  The good news is that for my birthday, I finally got a new computer.  Yeehaw!  And so now I will catch up with our summer pictures, one post at a time, starting with Chad's first out of town baseball tournament to Denver.  (Funny, that was where his first out of town basketball tournament was too).  For this trip, I took two of my favorite guys along for the ride.  Aaron already got to go to SLC with me the week before so he had to stay home with Grandma.  Below are the aforementioned men in a Mexican  Restaurant in Trinidad.  The picture in the middle is a brick in the cobblestone sidewalks.  It's kind of a cool little town. (Alert!  Lyssa has just informed me that Trinidad is actually a den of iniquity and that you should run and not walk if ever waylaid there.  Who knew?)

And here are Wyatt and Chad getting ready to take on some team from Parker, Colorado.  I think they won that one.  They also won a couple of other games but they got killed about three times by the same team from San Antonio during the following two days.  Those boys were for sure rustling cattle and eating a constant diet of steaks between baseball practices and I was not sorry to bid them adieu.  The boys had a great time though and maybe now Chad will give me a short break from the talk of how I've ruined his life by never letting him play on a club team.  He actually had another tournament last weekend and now legion ball has started again so the whining will no longer be tolerated.

Meanwhile, Sam and I had a grand old time.  We went to dinner with my friend Lyssa before she left for Italy, visited the Molly Brown museum, went to dinner mystery theater and checked out the tourist section of Pueblo on our way home. Chad somehow talked us into leaving him in Denver with his friend, Darren, to finish up the tournament.  Of course this meant that he somehow arrived home without his bed spread.  Luckily I was replacing it anyway in the course of the grand boys' bedroom remodel (more to come on that later.)  Awe!  Good times!