Father's Day and Its Surroundings

Last weekend was action packed, both academically and socially. Although Lars has been working his tail off to submit his NSF post-doctoral fellowship proposal (which he did on Thursday!! Wooo!), he made time to hang out with our good friends Lindsay and Dave and Aaron, Allison, and Madeline (and Tor and me!) on Saturday evening and on Sunday. He's leaving for a week-long conference in Spain tomorrow, so Tor and I must treasure up this time.

It looks like someone threw a drink in his face, but those
watermarks are just drool soakage

Madeline is invariably excited to see Tor, which is pretty fun. And here, returning the favor, Tor was excited to see Madeline, but he got leery as her proximity increased. 

"Hey lady!"

"Oh, I'm actually one of those guys who likes to catcall without
any prospect of interaction, so..."

[Adult voices]: "Gentle with the baby!!"

The next day, the eight of us plus friends Val and Ben headed to the Stone Arch Bridge Arts Festival, where we checked out hundreds of booths displaying tempting paintings, crafts, ceramics, photographs, food, and jewelry (though none as cool as Charmaine's). Although some members of our group who have real jobs engaged in actual art speculation, Lars and I stuck to buying beer and kettle corn. Kettle corn is the best Lars bait I know.

I commented on the large number of BOB strollers like ours,
saying, "I think of these as a luxury item," and Lars pointed
out that people who attend art festivals tend to be people
with considerable disposable income. Hobnobbing!

In the beer garden listening to bluegrass

"What's that on your face? Let me yank it off for you."

Lars and I both paid for our playtime this past week, as I prepped three classes and worked on an article and Lars ran a sample overnight, helped his lab's interns with experiments, and finished writing his proposal. Tor was definitely the most cheerful family member most evenings.

After the proposal went out, Dendro and Lars tried to nap while Tor had a grand old time.

Eventually, he got the floor nest all to himself.