Mis parentals

Last week my parents drove down to spend a week with Darren and us. Yep, drove. A long 18 hours. To see us. I have awesome parents.

The first night, we had a fun family dinner at Johnny Rockets. Not bad. Good milk shakes. Funny dancing teenage waiters.

Funny faces.


Funny funny faces.

The next day was spent going wild and crazy. By which I mean shopped at IKEA. Wheeee! Then we went to an Astros game.

They played the Phillies, defending World Champs. And let me tell you, it was weird to be in a domed field. No beating sun, no light breezes.


Dad's a very focused baseball watcher.


And mom's a thoughtful baseball watcher.


The Astros got the first runs with a homer. Which, ta da, I caught on film! Or however that expression translates for a digital camera.


Hurl that ball! This was a pitcher that the Astros had when they played the White Sox in the World Series 2005. Those were the days...


I guess the batter thought it was inside. Ump called it a strike. That's okay because Astros won with a nail biting bottom of the 9th two run RBI to come from behind.


Do you see the kid in a read shirt and red hat? I think that's the right kid. He was beaned by a foul ball. He was helped by dozens of emergency medical people instantly after the incident. Looks like he's alright. Beware of sitting outside of the net!

After the Astros game, we raced home to watch the BYU vs. OU game. Man, what a game! Here's how Sean felt about it:


But one of the best parts of the visit was the campanion mom and dad brought a long. A furry companion. Ladies and gentleman...

Pogo's mine again!