This weekend we packed up the kids and headed to Birmingham. Friday night we went to the state basketball championship. Unfortunately our team lost but it was a testament to the guy’s hard work that they made it that far. Number two in the state ain’t half bad. Oh, calm down, Autocorrect. I can use the word ain’t if I want to.
The nieces came and kept Stella occupied. So between her cousins, the funnel cake, and my iPhone she did pretty well with that nine pm start time. Although I yawned quite a bit.
Saturday morning we went to the zoo with my cousin’s Margaret and Lauren. And, hey guess what! For the first time in the history of us, me and Billy did not fight at the zoo. You should be impressed. For some reason zoos make us fight. Eh…now that I think about it we did kinda fight on the way to the zoo. Whelp, that just doesn’t count. No fighting INSIDE the zoo – for the win!
“I’m not impressed.”
Shut it, flamingo.
Hey speaking of flamingos, this flamingo totally photobombed us.
So, of course, we thought that was just about the funniest thing ever so we proceeded to attempt other photobombs.
This cat was SO DANG CUTE.
It’s eyes were HUGE. Really, eyes in picture are larger than they appear.
We stole my eleven year old niece for the weekend. If you’re going to the zoo with littles I highly recommend borrowing an eleven year old girl.
They are very efficient at crowd control. This is the cool crowd we went with. Notice the excessive amount of belly fat that child in my niece’s arms has. It’s epically awesome.
The even cooler crowd.
Yeah, I’m wearing a monogrammed jacket. I have mixed feelings about it. I may be too old for it. If you see me sporting ribbons in my hair, stop me. Because I’m kind of thinking that would be a good idea but the older I get the less fashion sense I have.
Speaking of fashion sense, how about my nephew:
This kid. Four point four GPA, cross country star, amazing saxophone player, ranked number one academically in his class in his 6A school, AND he loves my kids well.
We took him to lunch at Little Donkey in Homewood on Sunday and peppered him with things like:
“Do you need any lectures? How about the drug lecture? We’re great at the drug lecture!”
“No, I’m good.”
“How about a lecture about drinking? We can do that one too!”
“Heard it.”
“Tell me more about you social life!”
“Oh, Aunt Paula.”
He totally loved it. Uh huh, loved it.
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“I’m not buying it.”
Dang it. Judgmental flamingo strikes again!