I went home this weekend to see some family and celebrate my aunt and grandma's birthdays. As is the family tradition when I see my nieces, I must take their pictures and they must take mine.
So.... on with the show...
Here's Lilli before she began her chemistry experiment on a glass of water with salt, pepper, hot sauce and limes.
She flits, she floats, she fleetly flees, she flies...
She is the walrus. Goo goo g'joob.
Looks like we have a little mini Photobomber on our hands, huh? :)
Surprisingly, Photobombette was able to get a picture of me with my iPhone. The kid has no problem with technology.
Oh yes, of course. The whole reason we went to Don Pablos was to see Grandma and Aunt Debbie in SOMBREROS!! ¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba! ¡Yii-hah! Tacos! Burritos! Enchiladas!!!!
Grandma looks beyond thrilled.
After a tasty meal, we went to Igloo Frozen Custard for ice cream. As it turns out, we weren't the only ones visiting Igloo. This car was parked next to us.
We traveled to RensselDEER this weekend to see my parents and watch the Purdue game (yeah I know it's not the article about the game but it's all we talked about during the game).
The Paint Crew is running out of sign ideas.
Then we headed to the West Side to eat at McGraws Steak Chops & Fish House for my brother Brandon's birthday. Wowie wow wow! That place is amazing! Since we ate there after the Purdue game, the place was FULL of people wearing their Purdue gear. It was like we were home! No more Irish Schmirish crap! Yay!! Here is a picture of the restaurant-goers as we entered the restaurant.
Ok that's a lie. But check out that girl above Purdue Elvis. She looks like a character from a Sam Raimi film. Eeeeeeck. Scary.
After McGraws we visited Nine Irish Brothers, also a terrific place.
Smithwicks a-flowing, irish band a-playin', kilts a-flappin'.
Lots of fun.
Sisters! :)
Look, Dad's about to fall asleep. What? He's never tired. Oh wait....
Awwww!
Oh yeah and the Lower brothers were there. I may as well put their picture on here since I hear Aaron reads my blog.
Sucker.
Everything was perfect except for one thing. This was supposed to be my family celebrating Brandon's birthday. One person was missing.
Adam! Where was that turd? Oh, he was in Chicago with his friends. Too hungover to come home and spend quality time with his family. More like too drunk too early in the day to come home. Turdy Turdersons! So we decided it would be fun to harass him all night with text messages.
He tried to respond to our scathing accusations of his turdiness. Here is an example.
HUH????
Adam FAIL.
Just FYI on HIS night. He got tackled by someone (who thought it would be a good idea to tackle someone with a recent collarbone injury) and he hit his head against a brick wall. Second trip the Emergency Room for him within a month. He's feeling a little concussed.
Also? Clip Art FAIL.
Let's get back to the weekend before this post gets too long...
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