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Monday, February 21, 2011

Wheee, Barnibbe!


Dear Laney,

Our good friends the Barnibbes came over for dinner last night, including baby Cedar.


You and Cedar had a good time poking at each other and sharing snacks. You were even okay with sharing your toys, but we learned that you don't like it when another baby sits on my lap.


For dinner, we had gumbo and you ate your own bowl of cheese grits that went everywhere - in your hair, on your clothes, in your pants, on the chair. I could have loaded a shotgun with grits and fired it across the living room and achieved the same effect. In fact, you were such a disaster that had it been summer, we would have taken you outside and hosed you down. Since it's winter, we just took off your shirt and decided to let the dogs hunt down the rogue grits next time they're inside.

You then had a fudgesicle for dessert, which took the mess to a whole new level, especially when you started using your fudgesicle stick to scoop out a second helping of grits. Ewww, am I right? We pretty much gave up on putting clothes on you at this point.



Your favorite part of the evening was when we got out your play tunnel, and all took turns playing in it. I always tell your dad that we'll know when he needs to go on a diet, because it'll be the day that he can no longer fit inside the tunnel. Today at least, he passed The Tunnel Test.



The only not-so-great moment of the visit for you was when Cedar dared to touch one of the Backyardigans. Apparently, she didn't get the memo that you're out of your mind.


This was not your finest moment. But who hasn't gone to a party only to find themselves at the end of the night topless, covered in melted fudgesicle and cheese grits, crying over a stuffed hippo?

Hello? Anyone?

Thanks to Brooke and Todd and Cedar for coming over for dinner, and for taking such great pictures. We all had a super-fun time.

Love,
Mom

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