two's company, twenty's a crowd

....a freckled-faced, sticky-fingered, loud-mouthed, napless, huggable, lovable, kissable crowd, that is. for about a week and a half, mama and papa b's place became the melting pot for some texans and floridians, mixed with some georgians and south carolinians,

and a couple of pennsylvanians sprinkled on top.

some enlightenments from this week long party:

• pureed beets make me gag
• a three year old can independently program, record, watch and re-watch all the dora the explorers he wants on satellite tv
• i hate dora the explorer
• wetting yourself doesn't stop you from having a good time
• fire drills at 3:00 in the morning, 2 days in a row make for a tired group of hotel-dwellers
• locking lips with lucy builds your immune system but gives you killer breath
• apparently the phrase "there's a sleeping baby upstairs so please be quiet" is an uninterpretable, foreign language
• you can willingly eat toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner for 2 weeks with a couple of juice boxes thrown in and survive.
• i adore these people and would have them any day of the week. poopy diapers, tantrums, wet beds, and all.

the gang.

don't worry lance, i still see a softball, i mean baseball pitcher in david's future

party at the aquarium

cousin love