Reunion

This weekend was my step-dad's annual (family) Reunion. It's not a family reunion, it's just Reunion.

So, Saturday morning, we got the boys dressed, threw together Ramen Noodle Salad and hit the road.

For three hours.

With a crying baby.

And a squealing toddler.

(And that was just one way!)

We arrived at Lake Texana, just outside of Edna, around 11:30. Did I mention that it took about three hours to get there?

Nanny (my mom) met us in the parking lot to scoop up and hug her grandbabies and then to whisk them inside to show them off.

Mitchell was a charmer, to say the least. He shared his toys, didn't say too many potty words and even felt adventuresome enough to try a few of the potluck buffet offerings.

Back at the table, Mitchell chose to try the orange fluffy fruity salady stuff first. I'll interject here to point out that I gave him a little tiny bit on his plate and he insisted on a big scoop. Well, he loaded up his fork and took a huge bite.

Then, he made the funniest gross face. But, my gracious little boy did the right thing and politely swallowed the huge bite. He didn't spit it out, yell that it was gross or cry. Instead, he quietly said "I don't like that" and asked for a drink to get the taste out.

Of course, I didn't have my camera handy for the photo op, but Aunt Llana did a great impression! (Wish I caught that one!)

So, here's the family photo at Reunion. Pictured are (left to right):

Paige, Teisha, George, my Mom, Larry, Hunter (up in the tree), Llana, Stefani (the very tan!), Bailey (also in the tree), Caymon, Olivia, Mitchell (on Paul's shoulders), Paul, Kimberly, Lauren, Noah and me.

I don't know what all 3 of my boys are looking at off in the distance, but it must have been something really exciting.

The ride home wasn't quite as bad. Noah was so tuckered out from all the fun that he slept most of the way.