When the hearse pulled up to the house in Brookhaven, I should have known the weekend might get a little weird. Evita, Carter, Sara, and Rosie piled out of the hearse with grocery bags full of ingredients to make disgusting but delicious treats for Rosie’s birthday party the next day. With the hearse sitting outside in the driveway, I was really hoping neighbors would show up with a covered dish, a casserole, or a cake or two. We had to order a pizza instead.
This is Evita. She was the mastermind mad scientist during our grossology catering experiment. Isn’t she lovely?
A couple of bottles of wine later, we popped a can of Cheeze Whiz, stuck in the microwave, doctored it up a bit, and before we knew it…VOILA! Boogers on a stick!
We took Beckett and Devon to the party at Grossology, and they loved the snotting, burping, farting exhibits. They ran amok through the science center, Devon pointing and screaming, “Beet! Beet!” or “Mommy! Mommy!” and Beckett pointing and screaming, “BaeBall! BaeBall!”
Toddler are very DaDa, n’est pas?
This is Beckett crawling out of a giant rectum. Basil said that he got pretty embarrassed at this exhibit because I was trying to convince Devon and Beckett that it was okay to crawl through the tunnel by saying over and over, “Go through the poop shoot! Don’t be afraid! Nothing can hurt you in the POOP SHOOT”
This is Basil driving a minivan! Oh how quickly life changes.
This is Devon and Beckett in the minivan, watching Baby MacDonald on the onboard entertainment system. God bless that minivan.
We took the minivan straight to Little 5 Points after the party, and went to lunch at the Yacht Club for a taste of beef brisket and bikers. The kids both squealed with delight when one of the bikers let them touch the Harley and he revved it up extra loud when he pulled away. They both jumped out of their skins, and then belly laughed as he drove away.
This is a picture of them discussing the peace mosiac in the parking lot.
Since we were babysitting, we invited Carl and Becky & Joel and Kellie over to hang out Saturday night. We stayed up too late, but it was really nice sitting under Basil’s giant painting talking and staring at baby Shepard.
I took this picture of Kellie because I know that one day she’ll want to have photographic evidence of her fabulous post partum tatas.