Another crazy busy Saturday! Soccer in the morning (it’s almost done), and right after we headed out to Touch-a-Truck. This is an annual event put on by the parks department and is just what it sounds like. They have trucks and emergency vehicles of all kinds in the park and kids get to climb on and in them. We’ve gone a number of times and honestly I’ve probably seen all I need to of the inside of an ambulance, and our kids might be getting a bit old for it, but we still had a good time. Paul remarked it should be called “Hear a Truck” because it’s so noisy. Basically every kid who climbs into a truck honks the horn. And those horns are loud!
They had the bookmobile, the bear catcher truck, a garbage truck, fire engines, vintage fire engines, ambulances, moving trucks, a tree service truck, airboat, and other things.
In the evening we went to a party for a dear family friend of Paul’s, Uncle Art. It was a surprise 90th birthday for him. We hadn’t seen anyone since they were at our wedding, so it was wonderful to say hello and have them meet the kids. Uncle Art was in the Navy as a very young man in WWII and the cake was a replica of the ship that he served on, which was amazing. It was, according to Clark, “The fanciest party I’ve ever been to.” Which was true. It was in a private room in a restaurant, there was a dance floor, and many delicious courses of food. And the kids were splendid guests, I’m pleased to see. Tabby basically went nuts over there being music and a dance floor and went out there and danced with everyone, and sometimes by herself. She was even at times dancing in the center of a circle of people around her. Even Clark danced, which was fun to see. It was a lovely, special evening and an exhausting end to the day!