Friday, July 29, 2011

Eli Yells At Silas

Watch the eyebrows at the end.

Then watch this boy's eyebrows:

Part-Ay

My husband's parents celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary over the past weekend.  They celebrated with a 14-day Mediterranean cruise, visiting Ephesus, Naples, Rome (where they got to visit Paul's prison), and many other locales.  We didn't want such a grand accomplishment to go by as if it was any other day, so we threw a party for anyone State-side that knew my in-laws.

Of course, we couldn't just let it be any old party.  We made it a Fancy Dress Party, or, in American-English, a costume party.  Everyone had to wear ruby red (for their 40th Ruby anniversary) or clothes from the 70s.

I especially liked my sister's red high heels.


Christian's younger sister and her husband.

Our friends, the Whiteleys

Christian's older sister and her family (with 11-day-old Z).

Christian, me and Silas.  Eli was in bed by the time the party got going.

Playing one of his parents' favorite games:  Tell Me. I'm pretty sure I have a picture of my dad in a very similar outfit.

Silas trying on Christian's wig.
 
My nephew.  I really wanted to draw some chest hair on him.

We set up a slideshow with pictures of my in-laws from over the years, and had disco playing in the background.  The Bee-Gees definitely set the mood.

Hi Mum and Dad!  

The party-goers thinned out once it got past 9:30, but we still managed to have several good "Night Fever" dancers.  Silas got to stay up late with all the cool people.

The Dancers: 











And:
The happy couple who were the inspiration for the party, and an inspiration to us all.  Cheers, Mum and Dad and thank you for your love, faithfulness, and commitment to each other.  It makes me look forward to 40 years with your wonderful son.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Fun At The Twins' Birthday Party

My sister's twins turned one this month.  They invited over some family to celebrate. 





Someone just woke up from a nap.  Can you tell?






I'm not sure if Eli is crying because Sadie is hitting him, or if he's crying and Sadie is trying to pat him.  


I can't believe they're one.  They are both adorable and cuddly.  I just want to squeeze them all the time, except Eli won't let me.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Graduation

 We finally got this in the mail:

Yea!  Daddy's official diploma!

A congratulations present from Grandma.

Fourth of July


We spent Independence Day with Christian's family.

After a quick dinner, we played a few games while waiting for the weather to cool down outside.

Then off we went to the park in Huntsville. 

We stayed with Charlotte's church around the volleyball courts, where they had drinks and snacks for everyone.

The kids played while we waited for the sun to go down.



Frisbee in the park.



Eli found some little girls to play with.

The sun is down, now for the fireworks!

Huntsville put on an impressive show.

Silas loved it.

Eli was getting tired, but every once in a while he would peak up at the bright lights.


It was a nice evening; the ideal American holiday.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Funny Things Kids Say

Our church's Vacation Bible School started tonight and I'm in charge of snacks.  This means that I get to see all of the kids for a short amount of time.  Perfect!  We had cheesecake bites for the kids tonight, which I found out was a new experience for some of them.  One boy said he didn't like cheesecake.  I told him, "Okay, but if you don't like cheesecake then I think you're a little weird..."  Another little boy looked up at me with big round eyes and whispered, "You're not supposed to call people weird!"  Later, I asked the kids where they wanted to go in the world.  One little girl said Paris and I asked her why she would want to go there.  I heard a little boy in front of her mumble, "Only freaky people go to Paris."  Sounds like this kid would fit right in with us!
The one I liked the best though came from Silas at bedtime.  We were playing with our kitten, Colin, under his sheet but he quickly darted out of the room at the first chance of escape.  Then we had this back-and-forth conversation:
Silas:  "Why do we have a weirdy cat?"
Me:  "You're a weirdy cat."
Silas:  "Your whole body is a weirdy cat."
Me:  "Your mama's a weirdy cat."
Silas:  "Hey!  You can't say that!"
It sounded like he actually took offense at me calling his mother a weirdy cat.