We tried to put the boys on horses. They were having none of it. Otis was skeptical. But they were both won over pretty quickly. They wanted to ride again but we told them only if they were willing to ride on a horse. They weren't so we decided to save the next ride for next time. Always a favorite part of the museum. Tea time for Sammy. Debating whether or not to slide. He needed a little push. Here comes Otis. The bus - always a favorite. Dinner time at Uncle Brian and Aunt Rosemary's house. The boys re-enacted a scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark. Already iPhone pros. We made prank calls together. Aunt Amy read to the big O. Inspecting a cookie. Play time. I don't know which facial expression makes me laugh more. Sam figured out that he and not his brother was in the position of strength. Jumping time. Time to head back to Brooklyn. Bye!
First stop - visiting Grandpa Stone Groove in the Hebrew Home of Greater Washington formerly known as the Hebrew Home for the Aged. I like the latter name better.
The boys had fun exploring Grandpa's room. And of course, Otis finagled his way into a cookie. Second stop: Grandma's house. The boys had a great time turning the lights on and off, on and off. The next day - an incredibly lame "playseum" in Bethesda. The boys had fun though. Otis plopped himself down. Beep beep! Good thing he didn't insist that the truck move - the vehicles had to stay in the tiny room. Sam's new thing is to walk around with his hats worn low. Real low. Otis never likes to wear hats but since Sam had one, he wanted it. Oh Otis. Back to Rich and Cortney's house where we stayed for the two nights. Hi Rich! Final stop of the tour: Great-Grandma's house where I reminisced about playing as a little kid. Be careful Sam. I once broke my arm at the bottom of those stairs!
After witnessing the brilliance of the toddler version of Pick & Climb, it was time to watch the real Pick and Climb. SHR picked. Then she climbed with Sam in tow. Back to Kid Time. As always - Otis was doing his own thing. Time for a little walk. Otis made a break for it. I caught up with him after a few steps and then snapped a photo. He was pretty pleased with himself. Either that or he was really enjoying his cookie. Perhaps a combination of both. Sam loves hamming it up. And usually he likes the attention of Amelia. For some reason, he wasn't on this night. Back to the pool table. Look at all those cookies that Otis had! He knew his ma and pa had had too many Double IPA's and took advantage. Wow. Justin couldn't believe how many cookies Otis had in his hands. Neither could Amelia. Otis made another break for it. Chris Larry caught him. Otis - still pining for a working jukebox. Time to go! I think at this point, Otis had graduated to a cupcake. Someone would have been justified if they had called Child Protective Services on SHR and me. Marc insisted on helping us home. And then he entertained the boys by pretending to be a mime or something. I got their bottles ready and then found refuge in the box that Sam had been playing in earlier in the evening. At some point, I must have slipped on my Crocs. I took a number of pictures from the box. SHR changed the boys and put them in their pajamas. I tip my hat to her. I love the way Sam is looking at me and clearly trying to figure out what my problem was. Oh no! Here comes Otis! I heard later that Marc liked the pigeon book much more than the dirty dog book. Marc took this one. Next year's Christmas card? Once again, Otis is doing his own thing.