At the Races and then some

Happy Birthday, Megan!

Loving on my daddy...

The tuxedo t-shirt man and baby

Chilling watching Mean Girls

Bathtime before travel time

Rocking the walker!

It's been one week, one off for us lately. That's precisely why I love nice weather, everyone likes getting out to do things. Us, we've been out on the road to the Indy 500 in Indianapolis, IN - drove eight hours there on Saturday, and Ross and his buddies (Lee, Steven, Jeremy, Kyle, Mike, and Matt) started off our friend, Eric's, bachelor party then proceeded to stay out until 2:30am...and woke up to drive to the race tailgating at 6:30am, where we met my aunts and uncles - Jerry, Lindy, their friends and Steve and Mary. Ouch, I felt so blessed to have had 7 hours asleep (Mean Girls was on in the hotel and it was like a train wreck, I couldn't stop watching!). I was also glad that I didn't have to endure the treacherous trek to the race, about two miles or so, but at one point there were 15 grown men in the bed of a little Ford Ranger, bottoming out the entire way to the track...yikes. But all of them had chocolate brown/blue tuxedo t-shirts on. Needless to say, the sleeves didn't make the end of the race. Classic.

The race was great, Helio Castroneves won! He won the first year I went and did the "spiderman" on the fence in front of the brickyard fans. It was great, and he's a hilarious guy. But Isla and I didn't go into it because it was a) way hot and b) no place for an infant. So we stayed in my uncle Jerry's big RV, complete with DirecTV and air con! That's how I like to roll, baby! We left 2/3 of the way through the race and eight hours later, picked up the dogs and crashed. Ross said it best, he was 'shattered.' 

Oh but the weekend wasn't over yet. We had a big birthday party to go to for Isla's little friend, Megan, and it was a good, nice, relaxing time. You can't beat a grill out and yummy cupcakes and getting to play with your friends new toys! I must say, though, that it was not an educated decision mommy made when she put white pants on Isla...

A four-day week coming up, then a doctor's appointment to get some ominous moles taken off before Carly and Eric's wedding next weekend. Yes, we are embarking yet again, but it'll be a three day week. And I'm thankful for that. And the rain today. I miss wearing pants and drinking a hot cup of tea...only some days.