So I realize this blog thing has become more of a day-to-day recap of life happenings rather than an adventure sharing outlet like originally planned. But I guess that is okay…little adventures can happen everyday, don’t you think? That being said, I don’t know how long I will keep up with these event sharing recaps, for I don’t know how much interest will be had in such things, but we’ll see what happens.
It was a weekend of celebration and lots of laughing. The best kind of weekend in my opinion.
It all started with a happy family dinner of sushi and curry to rejoice in the birth of the eldest child. The best kind of dinner in my opinion.
Jeannie, Jody, Mommy, Emmy. BAM.
Shaun, Emmy and Jo holding hands to the car. Because that’s how much we freaking love each other, dammit!
The next night was a bonfire at a friend’s house in celebration of her birthday. A variety of matter was burned; rotting logs, trimmed tree branches, beer boxes and the old TV box. Unfortunately, no human beings or kitties were burned. I mean…er, wait…I meant fortunately. I think.
Will and Travis with the infamous TV frame…box…thing. I think in our excitement to burn it we failed to realize that it actually wouldn’t land in the fire, but rather frame it nicely as if we were watching a lovely 3-D fire movie.
So while the two boys became giddy with cutting down branches and throwing their eclectic finds into the flames, their ladies talked graphically about being pregnant and having babies. Meanwhile, Emmy, Shaun (who I started calling Ron by accident) and I sang along to the internet radio just like this guy:
You’d think it would get old after the fifth consecutive song, wailing away “Squeeble deeble scheeble bork bork bork!” during the chorus, but I think we could’ve gone on all night if we hadn’t been threatened to be thrown in the fire if we didn’t stop all of our squeebles.
Emmy and I spent some time at Dixon Springs state park, climbing on the rocks and so on.
I wish this looked as impressive as it felt.
Emmy, being impressive.
That night was a Derby Dance Party (oh PS Saturday was the Kentucky Derby. I have no idea who won but I never pass up an opportunity to wear a hat, you know.) at the bar where my sister works. This resulted in tasty drinks, terrible 80′s music that made no one want to dance, violating the giant Captain Morgan statue, a hat competition in which Em and I judged and won (no one else wore hats) and Aspen being terrified she would see a ghost after learning the place was haunted. She fears ghosts, I fear zombies. We all have our problems.
Shaun-Ron, oh so charming. Aspen, really really ridiculousy charming.
Good friend Erin and Emmy in the midst of violating the captain.
And of course Sunday was mother’s day. The morning was spent watching the babes in the church nursery so our dear Grandma could have a day off. Then a nice brunch downtown and a walk to take a look at the river and the flood walls.
Usually you can see a whole bunch of concrete and land before you see the river’s edge. Not so much nowadays.
Oh! For the road, a video of Shaun-Ron singing Kate Bush, with help from Emmy. I was recording from her lap, because sitting in the backseat is near impossible, and all too logical.