So, today was Family Picnic day.
Big doin’s in Real Man’s family.
His immediate and extended family descend upon a local park, and basically take the joint over.
It’s a good time, and the monkeys and their cousins love, love, love it.
Our little branch of the family is always the first to get there, along with my father-in-law.
So, the monkeys and I headed out on the local park system, county-wide path.
We always bring lots of food, and we eat it all.
Burgers, dogs, sausage and peppers, Doritoes, Cheetos, Fritos, Double Stuf Oreos.
Delicious.
After all of that food, sometimes, you need a rest.
Baby Monkey and I spent some time just laying in the outfield, looking at the clouds.
Then, the sky started to look like this:
And this…
And this…
I pulled out my iPhone and checked the weather.
Tornado warnings throughout New Jersey.
Really? Cuz, I don’t live in California because I don’t enjoy earthquakes, and I don’t live in the Gulf because I don’t enjoy hurricanes, and I DON’T live in Kansas because I don’t like tornados.
Tornado warnings in NJ?
Whatever.
We packed up and were ready to go, but decided to wait a little bit and see what happened.
The skies cleared and we de-packed and started cooking dinner.
Now, I have no pictures to document this, but I spent a good portion of the day holding my almost 6 month old nephew.
Good stuff.
Really good stuff
There is just something about those warm, sweaty little bodies, snuggled up next to you, looking around, checking out the world.
He’s got teeth coming in, and so he was gnawing on his little hand, drooling all over my shoulder.
I loved every second of it.
So, in the end, did we have a good time at the family picnic?
I think Monkey Girl’s feet tell the story.
Those feet played hard and had fun.
