celebrate good times

come on!

WAHOO!

(You'll all thank me/curse me for getting that song stuck in your heads for the rest of the day. Your welcome.)

It's funny how we each had our own way of celebrating, or commencing the backyard. Mine was to instantly fill it up with friends. And random nieces and nephews. And a sister or two. Or anyone off the street for that matter, who was willing to come and oooh and aaah over all the work we (and Jose) did.







Apparently the cool way to swim is sans clothes. Or in Grady's case, sans pants.





I'm not sure why, but all of a sudden we look over and Henry is the only one fulled clothed.



But by the next day Henry thought that it was mandatory to swim naked. (He must take after his grams) Well, except for a hat of course.





But don't worry, he has been corrected and now swims with adequate swimming apparel. (Well you know, unless I turn my back for too long)

I was also extremely looking forward to finally enjoying our patio. I grew up with parents sitting on the patio drinking coffee and reading the bible in the wee small hours of the morning. And that is something that is deeply ingrained in me. I didn't care if it was a folding chair, I wanted to sit on my porch, drink my coffee, and spend some quiet mornings with my Savior.

I wasn't expecting to get any sort of patio furniture, but we got a really good deal and so Scott surprised me with a cute little patio set and Mama2 threw in the rug as a belated birthday gift.



This is where you can all laugh at the romantic in me. Because quiet mornings? HAHAHaahahahaha....someone should tell that to my boys who wake up at the crack of dawn, and I remain in a sleepy, incoherent stupor for well past the "wee small hours of the morning". Oh well. It's a nice thought. And a great goal.



Ben celebrated by practicing some yoga.







Scott's celebration was two fold.

The first being buying Henry a T-ball set. Our kid is pretty coordinated, and has quite a powerful swing and so Scott has been saying for months now how badly he wanted to buy Henry a T-ball. And it literally was one of the first things Scott went and bought. It was a smashing hit.
Get it?
I know.
I'm lame.





Even Roxie joined in the celebration by getting a hair cut.



Which brings us to the second part of Scott's celebration which was smoking a cigar on his patio. He'd been looking forward to that for awhile, and what do you know, but a box of cigars came in the mail about two days after the yard went it.





This is me scared.



Scott says I smoke like a girl.




So it's official peeps, I can no longer honestly say I've never smoked anything.

And for the record, I did not like it. I tasted like how my grandpa smelled when I was a child. Ick.