Afterward, we headed over to a friend's graduation party where 50 pounds of crawfish and several pounds of smoked meats were awaiting consumption. Nothing says high-class like a old closet door propped up on sawhorses covered in crawdaddies and keg beer. Lilly was running around like a crazy woman, flirting with all of the boys. Moving to the woods into our yurt may not be as far off as originally planned....
Thankfully, a summer version of a 'comfy front' made Sunday considerably more pleasant. Even better--it was mother's day. Lilly was not quite up to the task of fixing mommy breakfast in bed, but by next year she should be turning out a bowl of cheerios at the very least. She did come home from school with a glorious bunch of foam flowers for me that were absolutely dripping with glitter, spangles and the requisite hot glue oozes. They now sit on my desk at work.
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Seriously, your Lilly is a doll. Love the pics of her picking "boppies."
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