I've got to say the raspberry bread pudding is way better heated up, but it's cruel to make me finish the whole thing. All of our guests are financially responsible for my visit to the FAT FARM. The egg dying went surprisingly smooth; I anticipated spilled dye all over the floor but nope, the counters and floors are their original colors. Pay no attention to the shirtless dude sitting on the counter, he contributed in his own way. The "hunt" also went smooth. The guys did the hiding and then Dave came in insisting that we get out there immediately before the dogs devoured all the "hidden" eggs. I guess he forgot that there are no dog packs prowling our neighborhood. An occasional cat wanders through but Herbie is the only one that regularly escapes and earns us the disdain of our dog containing neighbors.
The "Hunt" was followed by a pick-up game of basketball where Luke, Karsten, and Tate showed off their skills.
Then the girls had a pick up game of fairy princesses go to the Ball.
And Langdon and Avery bonded. Lydia fastidiously avoided touching Lukey's blanket because she said it was full of germs but was okay with kissing Herbie good-bye. Love em to pieces!
I want whatever Avery was having. Thanks for the fun weekend.
ReplyDeleteDo this in fifteen years and it'll be the same wrap-up: Boys playing a pick-up game and girls doing their girly thing =) Then, there's the gabbers at the end. Is it just me, or is Langdon a mini-Duane, especially in that picture?!
ReplyDeletehow did i not know about your very personal diary? if you want to keep up with the other hip moms, you need to put a negative spin on everything, including smiling babies. somehow make it sound like that makes your life harder. just a tip. i will be stalking this from here on out.
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