Next weekend, we're going to the beach. I can hardly wait.
This past weekend, we had a party for my aunt and uncle- they've been married 50 years! (I'm getting old!) The boys had a lot of fun. There was a big disco ball, throwing light all over the walls. Andy was overwhelmed. Joey was in heaven.
Going to a family event in my family can be something of an adventure. You can tell my family- they are the ones who all look alike. If you yell "Bud" or "Elmer", most of the men in the room will turn their heads. I am often teh tallest person there, because my brother doesn't go anymore. The ones that don't look like me or my cousins, I definitely don't know. The ones that do, I know about half of them.
The boys decided that "dancing" was the best part (besides the cake). This involved each boy taking Mommy's hand and using her as a pivot to spin with teh pretty dancing lights. Mommy ended up very, very dizzy.I didn't get to really talk to anyone; every attempt was thwarted by a small child trying to either get me to "dance" or hide under my shirt.
And so it goes.