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Celebration

We did a lot of celebrating this weekend!  My brother and his family came down from Sacramento and because we all decided to have summer babies, we did one birthday celebration. :)
 On Saturday, Bug accompanied the twins to Chuck-E-Cheese...after a late morning with Mommy and Daddy, running errands and eating ToGo's.  Bug loves herself a tuna sandwich!  Gross.
Waiting for the twins at Lolo Larry's house.
So much fun!
That's Daddy on the bottom right hand corner, shooting hoops, practicing for his re-match with Mommy.

First game:  Mommy-33, Daddy-24
Second game:  Mommy-33, Daddy- 25
(Bragging rights.)

On Sunday morning, everyone woke up late.  Why was Mommy the only one awake before 8:15am?
After my two lazy babies woke up, we headed to Mama and Papa's house to say goodbye to Bug's cousins and to spend some quality time with Baby Lo.  Apparently when Baby Lo cries, Bug does too.  I have yet to witness this.
While Bug was napping, Daddy and I snuck out and left her with Mama and Papa, to go on a day date...in 102 degree weather.  Awesome.
Attractive pics, right?
Just our dessert...in the middle of the afternoon.
Did you know that Bug is a huge fan of Tom's shoes?
 Practicing walking.
 These are the shoes that she's outgrown.  ::sigh::  She's on to bigger and better things...like shoes that don't slip when she walks...because she's actually attempting to walk now.
Making noise is a new development...and kind of an annoying one.
It's been a busy week and a half!  By the way...Bug celebrated her 11 month birthday this weekend, but we were too busy and missed it.  So the 11 month and 1 day photo blog will be up tomorrow (hopefully).

God Bless,
Kat

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  1. I watched that video and i laughed because the sound of her hitting the box of wipes doesn't match the action and it reminds me of one of those old kung fu movies. ;)

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