Groupies

The Cook Clan donned our "band" hats and made the trek to Marine on the St. Croix to watch Grandpa Bill's blues band.  Since most of his gigs are of the late night variety and since our kiddo's are pretty much non-drinking, day people, this is one of the only gigs we can actually attend.  An added bonus is it's outside with lots of things to climb, terrorize and keep them busy.  In all reality, there was actually little band watching.

"Another Kitty Cocktail pronto - I'm with the band."

"The creepy cow has come to life... run like he!!"
p.s. I ADORE this picture.

"Yep, it's definitely all there."

"Hey, creepy cow, wanna be friends?"
p.s. I swear creepy cow's head is turned sideways in the other picture - check it out.

"Don't do it, creepy cow.  Get me outta here Mom - and stat!"

Boys to the core.

"Oh silly Joshi - those girls are wayyy too old for YOU (in reference to the 12-year old bikini clad babes Jack was starry-eyed over all day.")  

Attempt #1 at getting a creepy cow-sitting Cook Boy photograph.  How did they all manage to turn their head at the same time?  3 peas in a pod.... impressive.

Attempt #2: Joshua needs to lay off the Kitty Cocktails!

Attempt #3: Meet Laurel, Hardy, and Jamison.  Maybe we'll try again next year.  

Shake your booty, shake your booty.  Our little dancing King.

1-minute of fame.

Time for a much needed rest... yeah right... this lasted all of 2.6 seconds.  Until next year band friends.