This past weekend we spent some time with new friends and old friends, which, I have concluded, is pretty awesome for the soul (who needs chicken soup).
We had a Park BBQ with the Kennedy's, which if you are translating that into Barnard language it means: this is as close to camping as we ever get.
We brought some meat, charcoal, and sides and fired up the grills at the park. Despite it being June in Texas, we got some amazing weather which allowed us to be outside without melting to death. While the men prepared the meat, the kiddos played, and Amanda and I swapped birth stories (I'm loving me some birth stories right now).
Amanda- I know you're thrilled I took this picture of you.
We're hoping the weather cooperates more so we can have more "camping" dinners in the future. All are welcome, and there will be s'mores.
On Sunday we were reunited with some of our favorite people. Way back in college, when Aaron and I were in school we spent many a night with James and Tayci. Young and poor we shared lots of meals over tupperware tables. And by meals, I mean, Totinos pizzas. And we spent many late nights playing games and hanging out. Four years later we found ourselves, once again, living in the same place. They came out to Dallas for a brief 10 week internship, and we jumped on the opportunity to hang out and relive the glory days.
Since the last time we saw each other we have added enough kids to the mix to warrant a "kids table." Noah and Grace are about 3 months apart and hit it off big time.
It wasn't long before I had to get my hands on that babe. It was a little awkward to hold him standing up.
To this. Although I'm not sure we have matured all that much...