There were squirt gun battles.
Tattoos, obviously, on the bods of many of the party people. Including Jess:
(That would be a mouse tattoo on his wrist.)Lily:
Barby:
Paige:
Also, there was a bounce house, much to the delight of certain little ones.

Porch swing naps.
Gifts, of course.
Oh so much cake.
Lots of people who love the birthday girls.


And just plain happiness.

In other news, Cason is VERY nearly able to climb to the top of the slide now.
And Gia enjoys the scent of fresh air in the evening.
Now then, on to Marguerite. Great Grama to our kids, Grama to Jess. Or GraNDma if you want to get all technical. But I don't.
Anyway, here she is with a week and a half old Paige. (all the pictures of her from the party today came out blurry, unfortunately.)
She and her husband Tom introduced Jess and I to Flancer's, one of the tastiest little places to eat EVER. The best sandwiches on planet Earth. That alone is enough to make me love her. She herself is a fine cook, Jess tells me. I haven't been fortunate enough to eat her meals, but I have tasted her chocolate russian rum cake, and it is a DELIGHT.Jess also says she's always been very giving, and patient (playing card games with him all day long when he was a lad, no matter how bored she must have been). She's a beautiful, sweet and loving Christian lady. She is truly loved. Happy Birthday Grama/Great Grama!
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