Last weekend the kids and I spent some time with my momma.  We went for walks, fed some chickens, got haircuts for the kids (to repair the bum haircuts they received a few weeks ago), visited my Grandpa, and took the kids to see their first concert.

The Stearns County Pachanga Society held a kid-friendly afternoon concert at a theater in St. Cloud.  The music was great - a mix of Latin, Reggae, and Cuban songs.  The band filled the stage with instruments and gave egg shakers to all the kids. 


For their first concert, I think the kids did really well.  They boogied a little bit on the dance floor and enjoyed the crowd. 


As the show progressed, their reactions changed.  Martin began to feel that the music was a little loud, plugging his ears as he stood in front of the stage:


And Sophie was overcome by exhaustion, taking a nap through a loud concert while only about 20 feet from the stage and speakers:


Earlier in the day while at my Grandpa's, Martin found a rock that he said was special because "he would have it for his whole life."  So here he is, pictured with the most special rock on earth:


He brought the rock to the concert.  Get it?  Oh, so funny.