We kicked off Reese's first FULL football season with a bash at the house. My parents came for the long weekend and the Hurst family drove over for the afternoon. Chicken fingers, mexican dip, vodka and diet coke, brownies-- it was grand.
Reese has been practicing his touchdown pose for weeks, but unfortunately he didn't make it past the first quarter.
Trying to keep up with Easy B wore him out. In a Reese Beasley first he slept from 6:45 Saturday night until almost eight Sunday morning. I literally went in a few times to make sure he was breathing.
We spent the rest of the weekend shopping and hanging out with the Hamrick's. Rich and Ashley came over to cookout with my parents. It was quite amusing to hear Lofton, Rich, and my dad swap stories from their youth. Let's just say they have all come a LONG way.
We were spoiled by attention the past few days.
Little man loves a private concert from the guitar man.
Reese and I shed a few tears when the Camry pulled out this morning. We sincerely hope Nonna and Buck were joking when they said they wouldn't be back until Reese's birthday. Maybe next time they can bring the long haired teenager with them.
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