Thursday, October 29, 2009

Feast of the Hunters' Moon

I seriously doubt my ablity to convey the enormity and hilarity of this event, but here goes: The Feast of the Hunters' Moon is a re-creation of the annual fall gathering of the French and Native Americans which took place at Fort Ouiatenon, a fur-trading outpost in the mid-1700s. Thousands of the kinds of people who fashion their own chainmeal and may truely believe they are living 300 years ago reinact this event. Including the dude wearing just a loincloth--is that even legal? Our resident lawyer says no. It's not everyday you get to see a stranger's hairy butt, I digress. . . Thousands more, including boyscout troups from Chicago and colonial die hards from Ohio, attend. It is in a word, hilarious.

Here on the banks of the Wabash, the French soldiers await the arrival of whoever it was who arrived in about 8 canoes for the grand opening of this 42nd annual event.

Keyon could not be dragged from the mediocre 17-century choir. "One more song!"

Nick and Keyton covet the Newfoundland. Lachelle relents, when we live in 1750, you can have a dog.

Here is the mighty fort,

adorned with six flags, all of which at one point may or may-not have flown over the fort.

Oh, the iconic turkey leg,

to be washed down with a little rootbeer. And a pirate sword, because nothing says 17th centry trading post like a pirate sword.

The flaming juggling act.

Snare drums = perfect soundtrack for Pirate Keyton Boogie Nights

It's all too much for Lola.

In a rare act of 17th century generocity, the proud saw weilders gave their wood chunk to a nice man minding a 50-gallon pot of stew for him to add to his fire.

Yet again Keyton demands we listen to the music--this time a nice family blue grass band complete with 5 and 7-year-old fiddlers. I want Keyton to fiddle! Nick says when we live in 1750 Keyon can play the violin.

We say goodbye with rock-candy in hand to go home and process what just happened.

October 10, 2009

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Keyton is so old

Keyton, on his way to preschool, is all grown up.

He wanted Nick to make him a pink beanie. It turned out way too big which, in combination with the glasses and the Mardi Gras beads, adds nicely to the Bob Marley effect I think.

Oh, what a guy!

October 8, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

We've been. . . .

Going on walks.

Perfecting the silly face.

Crocheting beanies (Nick).

Climbing Rocks.

Picking apples.


October 4-7, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

It was all Keyton's idea

October 2, 2009

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Arni's: a bummer or a blessing?

Keyton forgoes his lower case n skills and pretends he can't read the DON'T FEED THE DUCKS sign.

Nick finds us breaking the law at the park and instead of going home to make dinner we walk down the block for our first go at our neighborhood Arni's.

Lola finds the service to be slow.

Keyton doesn't mind at all.

Somehow I managed to order the most disgusting cheeseburger of my life. Only slightly better was Keyton's might-as-well-had-cheap-frozen-pizza.

To get rid of that Arni's aftertaste we got some frozen custard with the Banana/Larry ice cream fund.

Lola practices her skills.

We debate the meaning of our adventure on the way home. Either. . .
A. It's a good thing the restaurant a block from our house is gross so we won't waste money eating there.
B. Dang. What a waste.

September 30, 2009

Monday, October 05, 2009

Things They Do

September, 2009

Saturday, October 03, 2009

My kids won't let me take a nice picture of them to save their lives.

September 20, 2009

Friday, October 02, 2009


Chicago style pizza while waiting in Millennium park for the free Joffrey Ballet concert.

K: Did you know that ballet is never over? (Keyton perfects the silly face and his ballet moves.)

Friday we killed the day while Nick was working by going to story time at the down town library.

We had lunch in the gardens of the Art museum.

We said hello to the lions on the way to the bay. . .you don't say!

A little ice cream to sustain us on our walk home.

Ed Debevic's 50s diner for dinner. Don't order the meatloaf.

But the straws are tasty.

We ate at Yolk for breakfast, which was good despite the painful wait then explored the aquarium. When Keyton was kicking and screaming and could take no more, we headed home.

September 17-19, 2009