Our weekend was spent with lots of friends and it's one of my favorite ways to get through the drudgery of a summer weekend.
Oh, who am I kidding, there's no drudgery - it's summer. And the weekend. It really doesn't get better than that. Unless, of course, you add friends or family or both.
Friday night we celebrated our friend's graduation from the Rise School of Dallas. He's five and will be moving into kindergarten in the fall at his little neighborhood school. It would all be very boring and ordinary except there's pretty much nothing ordinary about this child. When he was nine months old, it was discovered that he had a stroke in utero and after multiple seizures and countless trips to Children's Hospital, surgeons finally decided the very best course of action was to disconnect the left hemisphere of his brain from the right. It was no small miracle to see this little buddy dancing on stage at his graduation, smiling, waving, and telling everyone his name, his age, and where he'll be heading in the fall. Pure awesomeness and we were privileged to share it with him.
We swam with friends on Saturday who have moved to Dallas in the last year and are living in a high-rise until they find a house. My boys asked that we cease and desist from calling them Tee and Graham and instead refer to them as Zach and Cody. All they were missing was Mosbey and his sarcasm. I did my best to make up for his absence and think I did a pretty good job. We had to scoot out early because I was in charge of making dessert for supper club Saturday night and I, 1. hadn't decided what to make, and 2. hadn't been to the store. Shocking, I know.
My friend suggested picking up a dessert at Paradise Bakery and I quickly realized that I may not be a planner, but I have pride issues about my desserts. Homemade, baby - that's how I roll.
Thankfully, I found a blog writer who feels exactly the way I do. Her name is Sugar Mama and with a name like that, she's gotta be good. I wish my parents had named me Sugar Mama. Instead, they named me Hood Mama which involves much less homemade baking and a little more Hot Cheetos. Oh, I digress.
Sugar Mama's Best Ever Strawberry Shortcake is indeed that. Although I may exaggerate, she, my friends, doesn't. It was divine.
We wrapped up the weekend fishing in Canton. Tee actually was trying to shoot the fish with his b.b. gun, Graham develped a fine skill of creating 'nests' in the fishing line which I subsequently had to untangle, and the girls collected clams.
Trey had insisted on driving his car because he says mine, "smells kinda bad", so it was to his chagrin and my delight when the girls insisted on bringing all their clam finds home in a plastic cup.
This morning, I had the sad duty of telling the girls the clams that were still alive would not, in fact, make enough pearls for a tiara since clams do not make pearls, oysters do.
Sadie cried. "Well then, can we just keep them as pets?"
'Cause that's EXACTLY what we need.