Mary Bullock has been sleeping most of the afternoon, and I’ve been catching up on my Greek. Oh! So worth the wait. HOLY. MOLY.
And it works.
If I had a silver tea service sitting just outside of my tub, could I afford not to worry? Maybe not.
but I think I know where I will be November 20.
Now that was quite a birthday thing, don’t you think?
I wasn’t bowled over by the first Twilight movie, I will admit. Mostly because I didn’t care for the clownish way in which Robert Pattinson was made up. The powder? The lipstick? I know he’s supposed to be a vampire, but somehow in my mind it was supposed to be a little more subtle.
But his color looks better in this short clip, I think. I wonder how early I can buy tickets?
So, of course Mary Bullock’s birthday party was the highlight of the weekend, but that was only two hours. The rest of the weekend was a little blurry, but thankfully I took pictures so I could remember what took place!
First, there were a lot of wagon rides…but I didn’t take pictures of those. Dang it! Thankfully, Jen just came through with some of those pictures. Because MB was born to ride in a wagon. Born to. She loves to throw things over the sides. She also loves to lean over and put her fingers on the wagon wheels, just to feel the tickle as they circle beneath her fingers. Then she puts her fingers in her mouth. Lovely, right? But what are you going to do?
Then there was the cookie making. I’ve never made sugar cookies that didn’t come from a Pillsbury tube. Turns out, those Pillsbury people are onto something. Cutting out sugar cookies is hard. So hard, in fact, that I forgot to take pictures while we [ok, mom did most of the hard stuff] were doing it. But I did get mom to fake one for me.
This weekend was nuts! Nuts! Totally fun but also totally exhausting. We have still not recovered.
Unfortunately, I’m having trouble uploading my pictures to facebook. So before I punch a hole in my computer, I’ll just post some here just to tide us all over, and I’ll give facebook a chance to pull it together.