We woke up Sunday morning and Bri and I were watching food network as we do sometimes, and when Jerry and Cammy came down to join us they decided that the Orange Cranberry Scones Barefoot Contessa was making on TV would be a good thing, and they were right.
After a quick trip to the grocery Cammy and I whipped up a double batch pretty quick, and froze some of them for later. She was extra helpful, she did a great job mixing the icing for drizzle, cutting heart shaped scones, and after I made some bacon and OJ she was pretty happy with her morning. Not quite waffles, but close. We had a lazy kinda morning, with breakfast not actually happening til close to eleven but then Jerry’s dad showed up to visit with the girls and I got to lounge in the tub for a long while. Jerry came up to wash my back after Cammy got put down for a nap, and ended up putting me down for a nap. Which made us late for the party cause napping is so worth confirming any stereotypes.
What party you may ask? Well, Tambora’s Birthday de mayo! It’s a annual affair. The party itself was great fun, it’s the highlight of our reflections every year as we come up on it and for weeks if not months after. This year there was some hiccups, people showing up with mistresses and the like, kids turning into GROWN ASSES before our very eyes. All in all though it was a funky good time. A friends sixteen year old daughter was there looking all of 23 by the body and 16 when she opened her mouth. Makes me want to feed Cammy every organically grown everything so I can keep her a little girl as long as possible. Not that I really think that would stop it, I was built like that kid when I was sixteen, so Cammys got genetics working for her and against her father and I. Makes me nervous all the close calls and STOOPID things I got into. We had a little chance to chat, the friends daughter and I, and she seems solid enough if not a little naive, which is to be expected I suppose. I mean sixteen is still, just a kid. If I knew then what I know now, young boys would be in a world of trouble. But thankfully, she doesn’t know any of that. This same friends son is HUGE! I was like what is in the tap water around these parts!?!? He’s so tall and high school football lookin. Seeing as how he plays football that is a good thing I suppose. Jerry is planning to watch his games this fall, as he has no son. Lovely how that tidbit gets put out there periodically. Always makes me chuckle. Anyway this kid has the chisled jaw and the whole nine, I was like dude your whole family has their hands full, and I’m gonna need you to be very nice to the ladies. I can’t have you breakin hearts left and right.
Jerry got to hang with his friends, all of them. Which is nice for him. Sometimes I think our life removed him too far from his friends and their constant lives of fun and good natured jackassery,and I like to encourage him to go and be one of the guys as often as my sanity will allow. He says he’s happy with this life and doesn’t miss that, but I can see otherwise sometimes. Which is natural, one always wonders what if. But lately it seems as if his friends are on the path of catch up. They are doing less turn over in the girlfriend department, and not running screaming scared when the marriage and family conversations start. So maybe we won’t be the lone happily married couple in the group for much longer. I don’t even want to mention how many of the ladies at the party lamented about having childeren and getting married. My kids are obscenely deceptive when we are at parties and the like, as they should be. They have been trained well. But sometime I want to tell people come over my house in the middle of ‘Cammy meltdown 2008′ and tell me you want a kid then. Jerry and I are blessed, but I want to tell them all the time, its realy not all gravy, and I know Jerry and I got it very very good. Our kids are awesome and we got each other. We left the party at a relatively decent hour (which is mom for several hours after bedtime) after my toddler and my husbands friends got to playing too rough and the over tired toddler started screaming bloody murder. There was no real harm, and just enough foul for me to use my mom voice on them all. Hey, she’s my kid and I keep my momma bear in my pocket and on a retractable leash on purpose.
