What happens when you are tapped to be a Godmother? You document every. single. second.
While my folks and I were putting the pedal to the metal to get to Iowa as fast as our Nashville rears could go, my sweet niece and nephew, B & B were anxiously awaiting our arrival (well that and their bottles – but really us).
While our 2am arrival had the twins fast asleep, my always trusty bed buddy was ready for some full on snuggle action. I will say it was a cozy bed with my mother, myself and my dogphew Gunner.
Bushy tailed and anything from bright-eyed on Saturday am, I introduced B to what will most certainly be a life lasting love. Tiffany & Co.
The jewelry excitement made little B hungry and gave her mom a chance to bomb one of the best of the photo bombers around (click here to read about my expertise). Moi.
Further solidifying a bond with my god-daughter, I introduced her to gaudy jewelry that she quickly became attached to – a gal after my own heart!
To calm her down after taking the diamond ring chew toy away, we watched ourselves on reverse camera. Again – a girl after my own heart…
My nephew was rather busy acting like a Southern red neck in his camouflage pants accompanied by no shirt.
Not wanting to be left out, Gunner tried his best to act like a lap dog.
In celebration of all things Godly, we found a beer by Evil Twin brewing that I will now be serving at every party below the Mason Dixon Line due to its appropriate moniker…
While others sipped on beer, I guzzled my bro-in-law’s cucumber martinis.
All of the ‘tinis made me sleepy and I was happy to snuggle with little B before putting her to bed.
Sunday morning found my sister’s living room in need of a dust, so I kindly obliged.
Upon wearing holy water and a seersucker suit (it’s a sea sucker suit if you ask my sister), B decided it was rough being the center of attention during church. Therefore, he found it necessary to pass out in the pew.
But B was ready to par-tay after arriving home and greeting well-wishing guests.
With a nine-hour drive behind me, I arrived to my house with this greeting Monday evening…
I have a feeling I will be paying for my short Iowa trip for the rest of this week (as I kicked my Tuesday off at 4:47am due to my growling, howling bear).
Wish me luck – I’m going to need it.