Shiny Humid People

At the end of our week in Virginia, the latter half of which we spent with my mom (Kiernan codename: Nana) and my stepdad John (Kiernan codename: Pop), Wendy flew in from West Virginia (where she was working) for the weekend. This was back in the era when you could still carry liquids on airplanes...those were the days.

Mom invited her sisters and some friends over for a cookout on Saturday. One family friend, Pat Dowd, shot the above picture of us. He's pretty good at photography, given that he is a professional cameraman, but I was surprised that he took this shot. Pat usually refuses to shoot pictures of anything that is not a teddy bear.

I particularly like the picture Pat took below. It's a great action shot of Kiernan that says just about all you need to know about what he's like right now. Always on the move. Always a blur. And almost always doing something with a ball.
It was a tough trip at times because there was a paucity of balls on the east coast. Apparently there is a correlation between number of balls in an area and availability of decent customer service. At any rate, Kiernan's Nana sensed this and brought this large purple ball home from the grocery store on our second day there.

Kiernan acknowledged it by thanking his Nana and promptly went outside to gather pine cones.