Blast

The past few days have been a blast in more ways than one....

Lilly has a stomach bug. The kind that blows out with anger. :( She has been drinking pedialyte for 48 hours now. Have you ever tasted that gunk? It's about 25% WORSE than the orange crap you drink when you're pregnant.

nooo...she didn't get the hot fudge and carmel! do you honestly think I'd fork that over? psh.

{I wonder what made her stomach hate her and her pampers be a mere target to be blasted through? eee. }

Anyway...this weekend we were at Scott's mom side family reunion. No! Don't feel sorry for me. It is not THAT kind of family reunion. It's a blast. There are no strange casseroles with unidentified ingredients. No older than dirt people who are critizing the way thingz r dun these days. There is puppy chow in BIG! bins. Chicken fights in the pool. A crazy- ruckus-inducing-table breaking spoons game {that is not actually played with spoons but rather match books because of injuries}. and lots of laughter.

prolly my new fave

our little chapter of the reunion group.

NOTE: LAURA! NEXT YEAR GET PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT IN YOUR IMMEDIATE FAMILY. dork! get pics of people you only see at the reunion. Seriously.... der.

Yes, this is the plaque. Yes, he won this year. No, I have no idea where to put it. No, it's not going on the mantle Scott.


Back to diaper duty and pedialyte my friends. Hopin this ends soon.