Weekend of Ridiculousness

It actually began on Thursday. I shot some really good friends of ours and one of Henry's best homies. Sadly, they're moving to Tennessee-land and so before we parted ways we decided to exchange goods. Family photos for a massage. Some how I feel like I'm winning because it was AWESOME getting to shoot this little family. And I'm sure the massage next week with Gretchen will be even more awesome.


Then sadly, my husband went out of town. The men in our family and a few others went up to the mountains to celebrate Brad turning the big 3-0. I wasn't there, but I heard there was a lot of meat devoured, cigars smoked and dr. pepper consumed. You know, typical man stuff.

And can I just say that I'm uber impressed that some one actually remembered to take a picture? Normally on trips away the girls are the ones nagging to document (or over-document) all these memories. Usually there is nothing to show from a guys weekend but a pile of campfire smoke laundry.


So what do girls do when guys go away? We play! Christie and Sam and Henry and I spent the night at Sara's house. And everything seemed to be going great. The boys went down good, the little girls skipped off to spend the night at Mama2's house and us big girls consumed (ok, mostly just me) a lot of cookies and were crafty until the wee hours of the morning. Our only hiccup appeared to be a lack of proper cable or something for the TV and DVD player, and that was fixed promptly by super David, aka geek squad. Thanks! We couldn't have watched girly movies without you! And seriously, what's a girly night without some girly movies involving a lot of bridesmaid dresses, blah plot line but over all happy ending?

Oh but it doesn't end there.

So around 12:30 I finally crawl into bed because I can no longer see straight and promptly fall asleep. Only to be awaken at 3:30 by my screaming child. Thankfully it lasted only a few minutes. But then at 4 I hear him stirring. Patting the mattress. Kicking the side of his pack and play, you know generally just being awake. Finally at 5 I snuck out of bed and out to the couch. Ahhh... peace and quiet. Within 20 minutes the sun had peeped through the window and into my face. Switched ends of the couch. Better. Then I hear it. pad pad pad pad the sound of feet. I look up and out walks a tired Christie with Sam on her hip. Apparently he too had been awake for hours. So we packed up our wide awake boys and drove home. By 7 am. Such a crappy sleep over. And I don't think Sara even complained about having to eat all the cinnamon rolls herself.

So I spent Saturday recooping. Did a little shopping and napping with my mom.

Then it was time to go and meet up with the ridiculously good-looking and uber nice Megan and Ian. They drove all the way up from the OC, with their dog, for me to take pictures of them. To say I was flattered was an understatement. And seeing as my brother had just gone and bought an absolutely sick camera and lens that morning (that's right peeps, he's officially a Canon guy now!) and was itching to play with it, he tagged along. We met up and had a great dinner and then it was off for some photog fun. And fun was had by all.

My brother took this. And this was my result.

And if that wasn't fun enough.
I awoke Sunday morning to double snot slugs coming out of my sons nose.
Yippee.
So yet again, I stayed home from church.
By the time Scott got home around 5:30, I was so ready for a break. And that break came in the form of one final session for the weekend.

Tracy and Roger are getting married this weekend. Combined they have 6 kids. Six kids. That is a lot of kids. And poor Chase is the lone wolf amongst the five chickadees. I told him that just makes that many more guys he's going to have to beat up in high school. He seemed to like that prospect.



And not to be out done, but I awoke this morning to my own set of snot slugs.
Joy.
I think this is God telling me to slow down. Or maybe just not cram this much ridiculous fun into one weekend.

Oh and have you heard the news??!!! EEEeeeekkk!!!!!