It was Halloween weekend, I was off to work and it was the last weekend we hadn't scheduled with anything yet before Baby's arrival.
So it seemed like perfect timing for me to let the Dad to be, be whisked away by his very good friend Dylan, who came up with the idea of having a "Last Man Trip" before the imminent duty of diaper changing and having to be in close proximity of both girls in his life, would become reality. (At this point please imagine a scary Halloween knife stabbing sound bit; you know; that one.)
They packed all the man essentials: Meat (check), Beer (check).
It also included a Truck; which at the beginning of said trip DID have a license plate that could be read; loaded down with two dirt bikes and some camping equipment. They took off to Diamond Mountain in the Plumas National Forrest and left me home alone with a puppy and a Stockton neighborhood full of little goblins, witches and drunk-shopping cart pushing-recycling stealing-bums (yup, welcome to Stockton!),ringing our doorbell ALL evening long.
I had finally hoisted myself into the bathtub (quite a risky adventure for being home alone and 6 1/2 mts. pregnant) when I started hearing the constant yells of: "Trick or Treat" accompanied by the doorbell ringing and then the puppy going crazy and barking for the next 2.3 minutes! I had turned off all porch and living room lights pretending no one was home (or worse that I was a registered sex offender and was just abiding the rules by staying in the dark that night) but I guess that doesn't deter a Stockton crowd.
Sigh....
....but this post is supposed to be about the boys, not me.
So here is what they did:
The Long Way Down II
Captain Dirt Bike...
...and his toys.
Ahhhhh; the good old times!
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