And boy, it breeeeeezes by... fast! We've officially said goodbye to Summer. We switched from Corona to Ale, we had a fire and even kicked on the heater a little.
I called it a wrap like this for little Leo's 21st birthday. Yes, 21. Yes, party bus. Yes, Grandpa Graf's bull belt buckle.

Incidentally, how much do you have to weigh and how tall do you have to be to stop being called "little Leo?"
Marco spent the time at Grammy's.

The next day (with a 32-year old headache) we visited the Sacramento Zoo with Grammy and Granny. It's a small zoo, but really cute and well kept and easily walkable by Marco.
I thought Marco might be a little young for it, but he loved it! He loved loved the monkeys, the ostriches and the tiger (but not too close). "More monkeys Dammy!" and "The ostich coming to Mano! The ostich coming to meeee!" and "No touch big cat on rock." Smart kid.
Plus, they have corn dog and "dip it" (ketchup) and isn't that what it's really about? Granny had her first corn dog with Marco. I was appalled. Eighty (plus!) years is a long time to live without a corn dog.
Here's the proof:



Goodbye Summer. You'll be missed.