First Grade, Cincinnati and the Outdoor Fungi

Bear with me, I'll make that title work.

Henry started first grade a few weeks ago.  Rather than show you the obligatory video of the bus coming down the street to pick Henry up and blah-blah-blah (because we've got that video if you want it), I'm just going to simply state that Hank is awesome and could make a wool sweater fit comfortably in August.

He is excited about school this year.

He's a social kid.  He'll be fine as long as he doesn't shove any more legumes up his ear canal.

Our real test comes about this time next year when the Lil' E goes to kindergarten.

Yowch!

We may have to knock her out just to get her on the bus.

Mommy and Henry at the bus stop for the first day.

Last weekend, we joined the Calvin family in Cincinnati, Ohio for some waterparking and a baseball game.

Dave Calvin is my best friend from IU.  He saved my life on Mount Rainier, taught me how to adapt to the unfamiliar and gave me the worst possible advice concerning Milwaukee County Stadium alcohol consumption policies.

In return for all of that, I make him laugh and gave him the nickname "Bundy".

I guess that's worth the equivalency.  I'll be trying to figure out a way to repay him for the rest of my existence.

Anyway, the Cubs-Reds game was the first official MLB for both Caroline and Josephine.

They lasted until the bitter end.

The Cubs won, 3-2. 

Here's the boxscore, Dad. 

Free children's lipstick to the first three Holman children in attendance.

Bundy and Bob.

View from the seats. 
I'm pretty sure whatever he was selling, we bought it.

Caroline thinks Cub fans are wussies.

Henry and the strange scab that joined us on our trip.

Mommy and Joey at the 7th inning stretch