Dad’s Surprise Party Continued…
Yes, I made Pumpkin Poop. Blame Pinterest…
…and Rachael made happy S’mores.
(Remember this face.)
I failed to remember to take a picture of the actual food,
I guess I was too busy scarfing down chili and cornbread. Mhhmm.
I also failed to capture a picture of Mom. The little hostess with the Mostess wouldn’t
stand still long enough for a shot. I’m pretty sure I get my ways from her.
Lots more family and friends:
My brother would never survive with the gangs.
This is his attempt at gangsta, and why I love him so much:
On second thought, none of them would survive in gangs. Look at those peace signs.
Don’t try so hard to look happy, Chel:
The apple juggling began sometime after the battle of the cucumbers slices.
(ie, throwing cucumber slices across the fire at each other.)
When you can’t juggle three apples, just throw one apple between three people.
Remember the happy, smiling S’more person?
I hope Karma isn’t real.
Happy Birthday to the best Dad in the world!!!!