For his birthday, we had 3 of his classmates over to spend the night, and we went to the DC United (our local pro soccer team) home opener. It was so cool. The stadium is a mile away, so we walked from our house (can you imagine walking to a Royal's game, or a Cheif's?). The kids were really nice boys, and were a lot of fun to be around. Here are some of the pics from that night.
Party Boys:
Harrison, Matthew, Alex, Jack
We think we are funny, adding Smell to the list:
No Evil Here, no mischief either!
They would not let me take a normal picture. All of the pictures are of goofy faces, moving boys, etc. Darn it...just make Mom happy and let me take a picture, darn it!
Everyone, minus Quin, who was being too goofy!
Walking to the game in the misty weather....
In our Alley
this is around the corner from our house...
Of course, what game is complete without noise makers? We were there early enough to take ALL the noise makers from the seats surrounding us, which made us extra noisy and extra great fans. I wish I had invested in ear plugs!
It was all fun until the rowdy (drunk) crowd started falling on us. We ended up having to move back, after the same guy fell on Jack for the 3rd time.
At least it was a bunch of happy drunks, and no bitter brawling. The only violent act we witnesses was a stuffed Piglet doll (not sure of the connection to DC United, or soccer) that the crowd tossed and eventually just Piglet parts were going up in the air. An ear here, a head there, the body, etc.
After plenty of banging, the noise makers find other uses...
I am THE WALRUS - Ku ku kachoo!
The kid on the left is Matthew, he has 5 siblings. His Dad (who is in his mid to late 40s maybe early 50s) rode a skateboard to school today to pick up the kids.
: ) He proudly hefted it up and said "My carbon foot print" when I congratulated him on a successful ride. I like him!
All is well! Sleepy party boys!
The 3 boys Harrison had over were delightful. I laughed a lot. 11 year olds are interesting, and Harrison chose well.
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