My poor Aunt Jeannie. Girl is FUN! She was the dancing queen in Mexico and lived up to her legacy back here in the states at my brother's wedding reception. She fell while dancing and as my uncle put it, "With the heels she was wearing, it's like she fell an entire story!"
True. Her shoes were adorable...but, unfortunately, dangerous. She was going to go in for an x-ray of her shoulder yesterday, haven't heard anything yet! She was a great sport though...kept right on dancing through the pain!
I'm not sure that I danced that much in a lonngggggggg time. I was out there for pretty much every song...and my calves are reminding me how much I danced. Ouch.
Let me take you on a photographic walk of my Saturday. Put your walkin' shoes on!
We tried to bring a little Mexico to MinneSOOOOta (acutally, T and I were kinda convinced that replicating my "Mexico Hair" required some level of "inebrity"...it worked!) with some mojitos...and wow were they good! (Kinda looks like a salad in a glass, no?)
Here's a work in progress shot of "the hair".
My bestie and her handsome son.
My handsome boy.
Me and my handsome boy.
My handsome husband and our sweet (clingy) babe.The lovely Miss Belle.
My gorgeous (and PREGNANT!!!!!) sister-in-law.
My sweet girl wanted to give a speech to her new aunt. It only took her 37 hours to get up the courage to say it, but she said something along the lines of "I just want to say that I'm so happy K. is my aunt." And K. got up and hugged her and before I knew it my eyes were clouded with tears. Such a sweet, tender moment between them!
The first dance of the night.
The second dance of the night, the "Mother/Son" dance in which my babe decided to break in and interrupt by running and twirling around my mom and brother. Hmmmm...should I have stopped her? Yikes. I'll blame it on the mojitos for that poor parenting decision.
My gram and my bro cuttin' a rug!
My adorable Dubya came up to me and asked me to dance with him...he was so cotton-pickin' cute! (Unfortunately, Hambone was having too much dragging himself around the ballroom on his butt to be bothered with any photos.)
Of course, Baby Girl couldn't be left out.
I can not be held responsible for behaviors in the following photos. (Don't ask. I ain't got no rhythm, so I dance with my arms, apparently.)
And, unfortunately for her, it looks like Baby Girl was the recipient of my dancing genes. Just go with the arms, baby...
And that, my friends, was one awesome night!