Aubrey and I went out to eat at Mamasita's and found out while we were there that she made the basketball team! We turned it into a celebration dinner. Way to go Aubrey Daubrey!
My dad and I finished up his 110 page life story scrapbook on Shutterfly. HUGE weight off my shoulders. On Saturday, we were finished...but we weren't. I probably spent 8 more hours before ordering Sunday night. It's crazy how many hours of editing a project like this takes but definitely worth it. I am glad to have his memories and pictures from his childhood compiled in one place for my children and nieces and nephews to cherish for years to come.
I made a sign for my cute friend's new baby. We also had her shower over at my house. It was super convenient that my family was out of town in Lubbock for football and a temple trip. I was able to clean and set up the night before without it being undone all along the way.
Left-right: Emily Ormsby, Mayra Wilson, Airi's mom visiting from Japan, Eri, Kristi Phillips, Monica Jackman and Airi Billings with baby Luana.
A picture of the hostesses with the guest of honor, Airi. (Airi Billings, me, Kara Thompson, Penny Jordan, Emily Ormsby & Mayra Wilson. Not pictured: Lauren Ross) The shower was great. These amazing ladies made it easy. We had a nice brunch, plenty of friends and so many sweet baby gifts to support Airi with baby #4.
Kara Thompson, Penny Jordan, Christie Applegate, Sandy McKown, Donna Thompson and Laurel Vore (my mom)
Sunday night gathering at the Bird's. Parker stayed home because he was sick. I stayed home and took a nap and then finished up the big Shutterfly book. Brian, Tanner and Aubrey were happy to get out of the house and hang out with family.
They had lots of competitions apparently. Brit sent this text: Vore blood is showing. Everything is a competition.😂
And this...please tell me this doesn't happen just at my house. Ideally on Fridays everybody brings me their laundry and I wash and dry several loads throughout the day. On Saturday everybody sorts the laundry and puts away their own clothes. But as I type this, it is Tuesday and this is the mysterious pile of newly washed clothes that belongs to absolutely nobody. It happens every week.
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