SUNDAY -- We officially kicked off the season of the impromptu cookout at Jess'& Joe's Whortleberry compound in Scituate, where over some horseshoes and hotdogs, we revelled in our collective escape from domestic captivity. Everything felt lighter: It was the first Memorial Day in recent memory that was above 70 degrees and didn't involve hooded sweatshirts and hot tea. Also, it was our first outing that didn't require two cars and a sherpa's load of baby gear. We tossed a few Dora pull-ups, sippy cups and a big bottle of Cavit in a bag and were good to go. All told, it was a lovely afternoon of some much-needed chilling. One surprise: The Shocker, unseen since last summer, reared its foam finger. Bags brought it along for Scott C. who needs it for a sales meeting. Let's hope he's not brought up on charges.
(PATIO WONDERLAND. Sit back and enjoy the vino but keep your distance from the buffalo mozzarella sweating on a nearby table)
(Paulie gives it up to Bags after shotgunning a juicebox)
(Paulie says "EMMMMA!" Ben says "SHOCKER!!")
(Nicy and Annie)
(Dell'Olios note that Emma always smells so fresh)
(A scene straight out of King of the Hill if the men were wearing wife beaters and drinking Schlitz)
(It's all about the bulkhead)
(Recreational family photos)
And on MONDAY -- Caroline & Paulie kicked off their own tradition of planting it on the seawall, waiting for the ice cream man, and becoming completely unglued when he arrives.