It was such a fun birthday luncheon with this little goof ball. Just...sweetness. Vergil grilled some burgers and squash and zucchini (is that redundant?) and there was potato salad and cole slaw and beans, guacamole, chips, salsa, and my personal favorite- pimento cheese!
And cup cakes.
The babies played with each other. Or, played next to each other. Or taunted each other with chips.
Or, sat on each other.
(Possibly best picture ever taken.)
Okay. Only Maggie sat on August. Poor August. His little cousin is already dominating him. And is bigger than he is. And seems to completely bewilder him. But he had his moments in the limelight.
He was perfectly cool when it came time for his candle and his birthday song.
Here he is playing one of his favorite games. You put something on your head and pretend to sneeze and the thing on your head falls off. Hilarious laughter ensues.
The sweet family.
And his new doll. When Owen saw it, he said, "Look! August got his own brother!"
Speaking of Owen, here he is with with his daddy and his adoring sister. She loves her brothers more than anything on this earth. Well, except maybe for her daddy and mommy. She seems to like them too.
So it was just practically perfect. It would have been better if May and Michael could have come but they were working.
I kept refusing offers of a beer while I was there because as I said, I had to come home and shovel mushroom compost. And then what happened when I got home?
I got on the bed and stretched out in the cool with my book and read for a little while and then took a heavenly nap. When I got up, I did go out into the garden and picked peppers.
I swear to god, y'all. It took me forty-five minutes to pick those peppers. But it wasn't very strenuous labor, I have to admit.
Oh well. I can shovel compost tomorrow. Right?
And here's my pinecone lilies.
At least I kept one of my promises.
I do my best.
Love...Ms. Moon, aka Mermer, Proudest Grandmother In The World And By The Way, Gibson, Who Is Only Four Years Old, Is Learning His Left From His Right.
Are you kidding me?
Brilliant grandchildren. Just brilliant.