Okay, obviously I have joined the ranks of grown-up-ness-hood (?) - reference: one child running around like a mad man, another on the way - but tonight we did something that really throws us over the grown-up-ness-hood threshold officially: we hosted my parents for dinner.
We've actually done this multiple times between Chad's family and my own, along with a few bar-b-ques with various friends, but upon further reflection (something I had not stopped to think about until tonight), this action of hosting parentals for dinner in your own home is actually quite a grown-up thing to do. I mean, it's sort of like saying, "hey mom and dad! You don't have to worry about me anymore, I can now plan and execute a full dinner from beginning to end, so those thousands of dollars you shelled out for my tuition was well-spent!"
Anyway, I felt that such a shocking revelation should be shared with the world (or the blog-o-land friends I have come to love and depend upon during each nap session). I hope y'all agree with me on this most pressing of points, that hosting dinner parties makes people automatically members of grown-up-world!
A few pics, you ask?
Of course! . . . .
Here's me getting ready for the big bash......
Oh, and there I am setting the table......
The conversation was stimulating right from the get-go!
.......Oh, how embarrassing......Chad must have shot this photo without me realizing.......that devil.......
:)
hahahahahahaha this post is amazing!!
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