What happens when you are tapped to be a Godmother? You document every. single. second.
Cray cray photo lady…double fisting cameras.
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).
Are they here yet??
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.
My tiny bed buddy.
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.
It’s never too early to start the love of the little blue box now, is it?
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.
I got got!
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!
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. An easy lesson!
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…
We heart ourselves.
My nephew was rather busy acting like a Southern red neck in his camouflage pants accompanied by no shirt.
Southern style baby.
Not wanting to be left out, Gunner tried his best to act like a lap dog.
Role playing a chihuahua. So tiny.
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…
Even More Jesus. ‘Nuff said.
While others sipped on beer, I guzzled my bro-in-law’s cucumber martinis.
Two cucumber slices honoring twins!
All of the ‘tinis made me sleepy and I was happy to snuggle with little B before putting her to bed.
Sleeping beauties. Well, at least one of us anyhow.
Sunday morning found my sister’s living room in need of a dust, so I kindly obliged.
Yes. I always wear a dress when I clean house. Don’t you?
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.
No wonder the song’s called “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”
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…
Where the hell have you been?!
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.