How Do You Spell Yee Haw?

 

Yesterday we talked about the debauchery that occurred on the way to Atlanta for our Uncle Jim’s birthday party. It actually wasn’t in Atlanta – it was in Cumming. And if you know of an entertaining way to get to Cumming from Huntsville let me know because the drive we take is boring with a capital b.

It usually goes something like this:

Oh, look. There’s the gas station James peed on us at when he was just a newborn. And look, theres the patch of dirt we pulled over and hurled in when we had the virulent stomach bug. Ooooh! That’s that nice grocery we stopped at because we forgot to pack diapers.

Thrilling, huh. Let’s talk about the party, shall we?

Uncle Jim is from Texas so the party had a Western theme. Any excuse to break out the cowboy gear, right?


The party was straight out of a Pinterest lovers dream. They hung twine between the trees and pinned bandanas and cowboy hats up. It looked so fantastic.

They had several hay bales set up with fun things to do at them. We were particularly entranced with this one.


Glasses and mustaches attached to dowels you could pose with.


We loved it.

And by we I mean ALL of of we….er, us.


I never thought I’d use this word but…selfie.


Actually I suppose it’s a selfie and minion.


Stella – getting a ride with her Papa.

 Two western themed parties in one summer. I’m on a roll!

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