Week 87 - She'gone!

Apologies in advance for the photo overload.  But we broke out the fancy camera this weekend and couldn't resist going crazy with the shutter and flash.  In fact, we were so distracted by how cute the Nanner looked in 18 megapixels that we neglected to pay attention to one of the more critical aspects of our trip.

  

It's no Punkin Chunkin or Apple Scrapple Fest but it'll do.

Team Nanner (and the rest of Chicagoland) descended on Hobart, Indiana's County Line Orchard for apple picking and a fun filled near-farm experience. 

(what does that guy's hat say?)

Pretend tractor rides with a pretend redneck.

The moment that Nanner sensed something was missing.

(It was Nanner's idea to climb onto the cow)...A pretend cow providing genuine satisfaction.

Not sure what I'm looking for (yet),

but I'm damn cute doing it.

Somewhere between the Moo-Choo train ride and the walk to the car, we lost baby (ie daddy dropped Anna's babydoll on the ground as we walked away).

So we did what any of Chicagoland yuppie would do.  We used the Amazon app on our iPhone and bought another one (two - one for backup) for overnight delivery before we left the orchard parking lot.

So now we have a pretend babydoll (two) just in case daddy has another lapse in focus (not an unimaginable scenario).

Week 86 - Pippi Tall Tales

Still trying to figure out where the giraffe is hiding.

Don't call him a senior citizen - Pippi Rabidoux's eyes and sense of hearing are so good, he can spot the elusive Roscoe Village giraffe in our backyard before it darts for cover behind the garage and elm tree.  Seems like the Nanner is always just a touch too late every time. 

 

Bingo.

I told Pippi that he better deliver on his giraffe sightings so he and Nanner went looking for the Lincoln Park giraffe.  A much less elusive creature than its RV cousin.  

Mission accomplished.  Now even more eager to spot the RVG.

Week 85 - Mein Nanner

Wondering why they call it Oktoberfest when it's still September

Mein Nanner and I headed up to Lincoln Square to (yes) drink some beer and dance to the Volkslieder.  I did most of the drinking and Nanner did most of the dancing.

Mein Beer

But Nanner made the mistake of dancing the Volkslieder with a belly full of beer.

Mein Nanner just before she hurled on the street like all the other drunks.

She recovered quickly however and proceeded to run off and beat drunk Germans with a Captain America club.

Week 84 - Belabord Day Weekend

Nanner Shrugged

Sometimes you just need a break.  Nanner thanked the labor unions and enjoyed the day off but kept her copy of Atlas Shrugged in her back pocket.

Mama and pops decided to take the day off too so we went to Starbucks and found someone wearing a Michigan hat to watch the Nanner for the next 45 minutes to 6 hours.  How could you not trust that face?  What could go wrong?

Now it's obvious we choose Nanner's caretakers by the hats that they wear.  

The following photo is a picture of Anna being held by Uncle Paul, who just got back from Eastern Europe on Thursday, followed by a picture of Anna playing with Paul, and then one of Uncle Paul giving Anna an airplane ride.**

**unfortunately, Uncle Paul forgot to wear a hat this weekend, Anna could not build up an immediate trust relationship and these photos do not exist.  

Week 83 - Catch Twenty-flu

What would you give for a 4-hour nap?  How about the 24 hour stomach flu?

Nanner got it, then mama got it, and then papa got it.  All in time for the in-laws' visit and Labor Day weekend.  I think we'll stick with the 2-hour naps and regular bodily functions, thank you very much.