Monday, May 24, 2010
Holy Moley, Mother of God
Okay. It was some party. And I think that we need a house with BIGGER ROOMS because (a) everyone ends up in the kitchen, and (b) thirteen adults, one small child and two babies are hard to fit into one dining room.
Uncle Hank, Waylon, Jason, Owen, Lily.
In the kitchen.
Owen discovers his first man-crush. He is in love with Harley.
Shayla smiles through the chaos. Waylon is a bit taken aback by it all. (Me too, Way-Way)
This is a fun picture of Billy and his boy but I wish I'd gotten one of Waylon trying to suck his daddy's head completely off his body.
A taste of the chaos in the dining room. And Owen was doing his Orca impression the entire time. That boy has a set of lungs on him. After supper we set him down on the floor where he used the entire dining room as an obstacle course and crawled in and out of chair legs and under tables (there were three) to suddenly appear standing up in a new location across the room.
May, Billy, Bio-Dad, Other-Mother, Hank. For some reason, the passing of the butter was of intense interest to all.
And picture at the top of the post? No description needed.
Happy birthday, my love. Happy birthday. I hope you slept well. I hope you have a gloriously peaceful day. I'll talk to you soon.
P.S. Kids- you did a GREAT job of cleaning up. Hurray!
P.P.S. Why is there not one picture of Jessie? What's up with that?
Oh yeah. Because before Lily left I said, "Let's get a sibling picture," and everyone said, "MOM! You got one at Mother's Day."
So here's one we took on Mother's Day which Jessie is in. And where Owen is crying. See? He does cry. And manages to look cute.