Low Riders

We had a low-key weekend...it was cool, so we didn't make it to the pool either day. Saturday we spent the bulk of our morning at Best Buy doing our part for the economy while getting the electronics we needed for the basement (which is DONE, absent the bar top and glass for the shower). We came home with quite a bit...and of course Ben ended up going back a few times for exchanges, but after a lot of wiring, frustration, and re-thinking we are getting there (or Ben is getting there, this stuff is completely out of my element, all I do is sit here and google his occasional question.

And today after Ben's golf and G's nap, we hung out in the yard and painted the coffee table we are going to have in the basement from a lighter wood to black - it turned out much better than we expected and we're happy. And while Ben and I were working on the table, Griff was hanging in his Jeep, raking some mulch, finding golf balls in the yard...and about every 5 minutes he would run up to the table (wet with paint) and either stick his hand in it to make a hand print....or bounce a golf ball through the middle of the table...or take the paint lid and throw it into the mulch...you name it. And the paint was drying FAST in the breeze so we weren't able to hide all of the imperfections. So, every time we sit a drink down on the table near one of the golf ball dents or a partial handprint, we'll think of Griff!

This was Griff's outfit for the day. Don't mind the Sox shirt...Grandma Kris (the White Sox fan in the family) got Griff and Connor matching shirts when we were downtown last summer for the game). :)

And as the day progressed, so did his shorts down his waist.


Until his favorite undies were hanging out....

The shorts dropped completely several times but he was not bothered.

Hi Buzz and Woody!