The next morning, Mom and I got up early to prep the food for lunch. (Yes. We DO have Crunch-N-Munch for breakfast. I find nothing wrong with that.)
After we'd packed up all the food we could find, we all piled in Dad's car and headed down to see The Baby! Me, Mom, and Chris sat in the back.
Dad and Steven maintained their intellectual conversations up front.
(Dad, keep your eyes on the road, please.)
Please do not disturb us with your photography. We are discussing the depths of nuclear physics and the resulting effect on Russian literature. Also, we are discussing those brownies we saw you making earlier...
We finally arrived and rushed in to find one very sleepy, very-very cute, and very-very-very long-legged baby girl.
And then Amber the Dog found Chris. And she instantly fell in love with him.
Dad gave me a formal introduction to our little St. Patty's Day nugget.
"Nice to meet you, Auntie. I made something special for you, just now. In my diaper."
Uh oh. Sounds like a good time for the happy new parents to take over.
We then commenced with the feasting.
This picture was taken right before I turned Mandy's perfectly spotless kitchen into a Bosnian war zone. With asparagus.
Sorry again about that, Mandy. Thanks for letting me use your Pampered Chef knife without supervision. And I didn't even cut anyone (that I'm aware of)!
Also, there were dog tricks.
Amber can do more tricks than Pringles and Carlie combined. Which is good, because she weighs more than Pringles, Carlie, and a dump truck full of bricks.
However, she is cute and therefore she is forgiven for crushing my spleen.
Steven may or may not have fought a dog for a frisbee behind this tree. We think he probably lost.
After food and frolicking with the dog, we commenced with the baby-photo-shoot.
Hi. Are you related to me, too? Good lord...
Jon-the-dad provided the backdrop and also provided much cooing and pacifier-wrangling.
Who are all you crazy people?
No, seriously, I'm starting to get concerned here...
I come in Pampers...
And I am already plotting about how to wrap all you people around these little fingers here...
Alright. Where's my latte and my trailer? I'm done with this gig...
Has anyone signed me up for basketball camp yet, by the way?
I am ... not... tired... yet...
Once we'd completely worn Riley out, it was time for brownies. And for sitting single file on the couch.
And generally resembling some sort of cheesy sitcom, of sorts.
Father imparted a little fatherly wisdom, as he is wont to do.
And we all had a delightful afternoon, full of food and baby and sunshine and no schoolwork or paperwork or anything having to do with me having to sit in an office, whatsoever! Hallelujah!
On the way back, Chris got to hold my very first travelling sock.
The culmination of a very good and significant day. :) Congrats to you, Jon and Mandy, on your lovely house and your adorable and statuesque baby girl. Welcome to the fam, Riley. Better learn to sing soon!