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And Another Weekend Is Gone

This weekend we had yet another Open House (a.k.a. graduation party). This one happened to be for Andy, the very first nephew to graduate! Can't tell you how proud we are of him. Or how grateful we are to have him for a role model to our boys. Seriously. This kid rocks.

And I'm not just saying that because I love him. It's totally deserved praise. This kid is smart, sensible, reliable, polite, and slightly mischievous.

Here he is with his mom and uncle (my hubby)...

Moms always look better with a pair of bunny ears, right?

And no, brother and sister did not knowingly coordinate their clothes. It just happened.

Whereas wife and hubby did not even bother to coordinate...we're we supposed to? Do couples still do that?


And for the record, I really like this picture. At the time, I was worried that my head would be chopped off or the picture would be out of focus. You just never know what you're going to get when you hand the camera off to someone who's accustomed to a point-n-shoot. So kudos to Cody for doing a good job!

Anyhow, back to the open house.

It was a huge success. Andy had lots of friends and family show up. And can I just say how impressed I was by the fact that, as far as I know, none of the minors attempted to sneak a drink from the keg; I can only hope when its my boys' turns, their friends show the same respect.

The only thing wrong with the party is that we had to leave before the bonfire. While we were chatting with family and eating too much food, we got the call telling us that we needed to be at the ball field by 8 a.m. for the last day of 9U tournaments. That call meant we had to pack up the children, who had been swimming in the pool and playing yard games, and head home at a decent time.

This was a bummer. I wanted a bonfire. And a few more drinks. Although, in retrospect, it's probably a good thing I stopped when I did.

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