weekend update. ish.

I know I should have done this yesterday when it would have been more timely and current, in a news-reporting way. But I didn't.

Before I try to recap one of the fullest weekends in recent memory, I have some things I have to just put out there:

1. I am addicted to McDonald's sweet tea in a serious way.

2. Jim burned a bag of popcorn in our microwave yesterday. I mean it caught on fire, burned -- not just got a little brown. So my whole house has smelled just horrible, in spite of the eleventeen candles I have lit. And the inside of my microwave is now an icky brownish color. This morning when he microwaved his oatmeal, it refreshed the burned popcorn smell. UGH.

3. We were given some tickets to a Michael Buble' concert last weekend and I've been neglecting to tell you about the warm-up act. Michael Buble' was pretty swell, too, but this group, Naturally 7, just amazed and astounded us. They have a video on youtube that you have to check out. When you hear them you will not believe that they make every single sound vocally, or at least without any instruments whatsoever. Every percussion sound, every bass sound, every guitar sound. It's unbelievable. But I saw them in person and it's a true fact. I would enjoy their music anyway, but listening to them and knowing they're doing it all by themselves is just pretty impressive.

So there you go.

Instead of trying to recreate the events of the weekend, and since I've heard a picture is worth a thousand words, here are some highlights:


Grandbabies!


Jim took the grandgirls for a spin in the bike trailer.




Friday night was the sleepover. Three eleven year-old girls. I'm sure your imagination can fill in the rest.

James was glad his daddy was around to keep him grounded. That's a lot of girl energy.

Susannah wanted to go climbing on her birthday, which was Saturday. She was bitten by the climbing bug in Nashville when she and Garrison went with my sister. So we rounded up some brothers and an uncle to do the belaying (listen to me throwing around climbing terms like that). She is fearless. There's no way I'd be up there like that -- I don't care how many ropes were tied around me.




Saturday night was the prom. Danny and Sam looked like a million bucks. That's just slightly less than the cost of her dress and his tux, by the way.






Sunday was a bridal shower. I didn't take any pictures there, because I sacrificially volunteered to take a fussy Tessa out to walk around "so she wouldn't disturb the other guests." Or so I told them. My real motivation was to get some one-on-one snuggle time with her.


Before Corie left, I wanted to get this shot. I'd seen a similar one attached to a poem called, "Grandma's Hands".



Happy Birthday to my sister, Lynn!