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!

March comes in like a lion, goes out like a tiger?

I should be believing it, but somehow it seems like a cruel joke. Another snow advisory is appearing at the bottom of my screen. An AccuWeather alert! An urgent winter weather message! A snow advisory in effect for 3 to 5 inches tonight. No way.

This is coming on the heels of last Friday's near-blizzard that dumped close to a foot on our area. Darned global warming.

The good news is that the track scrimmage was canceled for this afternoon. The bad news is that we'll all have to sit around tonight and watch our wallpaper peel since there's no Lost on TV.

Edited to add: The men in my family would want me to acknowledge that they will, obviously, be watching college basketball. What was I thinking?

Since I seem to be fresh out of blog fodder, I figure it's time for a little Mimi update. I think I've been remiss in bragging about my grandbabies. I know. You're shocked that such a hip, stylish diva as myself could be old enough to have kids, let alone grandkids. But it's true, and here they are:

This is Tessa. She gets top billing because she's 9 months old today. She's a petunia pants, that's for sure.


I bought them all matching jammies for Christmas, with images dancing in my head of how darling they'd all look lined up on a couch together, smiling adorably into the camera. Hmmm....






Anne Geddes, I'm not.


Here's James, wondering what kind of family he has been born into:

He'll be 7 weeks old tomorrow. He can't wait to be big enough to eat pancakes with real maple syrup at Mimi and Pop's house. We actually did get about a pint from the first batch, after Jim took matters into his own hands, and not counting one tragic boil-over. We may not quit our day jobs quite yet, but it did make some surprisingly tasty syrup.

Nothing says spring like a Lily

It's Lily's birthday today and I promised some pictures. Here's Lily in her flower hat with her flower cake. She had asked for a yellow birthday, and that's just what she got.





She couldn't wait to get her finger in the ladybug icing.



I can't tell you how much fun it was to play polly pockets with Lily. This is her favorite thing in the world to do. Especially if they are new princess pollys. Opportunities to dress and re-dress endlessly.



Of course there was another little princess there, too. Here's Tessa reaching for something on the end table she wasn't supposed to have.


I was thinking that just over three years ago today, Jason and Corie didn't even know if they were having a boy or a girl. Now their lives are filled up with pink things, frilly things, pastel pretty dolly things.

I love it!

Happy Birthday, Lily Love!

Lily is three today. T.H.R.E.E. 3!

She is without question the most incredible, bright, precious, adorable, charming, silly three-year-old granddaughter the world has ever seen.

I'm so happy I got to see her this weekend and celebrate this delightful milestone with her. When I get home, I'll post some pictures, so check back.