We left Waukee and drove through God's country. AKA, Iowa.
Harry decided to "swim" in the rocks. As any landlocked child in Iowa would do.
After lunch, we drove to St. Patrick's Church and Cemetery.
William A. found the gravesite of his Great Great Grand Uncle William J.
It was in this cemetery that my mother decided to change into her clown costume for the birthday party. My boys scattered in fear. Because clowns are scary. I yelled to Harry, "Save yourself, son!"
Mom decided that she should change out of it...because she was scaring her grandsons and it was almost 90 degrees. I helped my mom change out of a clown suit in the middle of a cemetery. Yep. I can check that off of my bucket list.
We continued the road trip on to Asher's Birthday Party and it was SO much fun!
The male cousins were "Superheroes in training" (except Harry) and I managed to take a picture.
Liam is Superman, B is Batman, Sean is Thor, Harry is Baby Flash and the birthday boy, Asher, is Iron Man.
We thought we should get a group picture of ALL of the cousins together. How do you get 6 children aged 8 and under, dressed as superheroes in a line? Draw a chalk line on the floor and say it is the "Superhero line"!
Liam, Sean, B, Asher, Harry and Brynlee. AKA, Superman, Thor, Batman, Iron Man, Flash and Captain America.
The decorations were SUPER. The party games were EPIC.
But the love this family shared, is beyond words.
I LOVE my family. I love that we had such a great day together.
Making memories, as a family, is something that is beyond words.
After Mother Nature decided to end the party, we finished up our road trip.
It only seemed right to visit my Grandmother's grave site, the woman who gave birth to my Aunt, the grandmother of the birthday boy and my Dad.
Grandma Louise, you would have had so much fun with all of your children, to see what great parents your children have raised; your grandchildren and what great parents they are, and your great grand children.
To end this on a happy note, all of the Avenger balls that our boys won as party gifts, fell out when we stopped in Ames at Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner.
And yes, I did yell, "Boys! All of your balls fell out! Catch them!"
Thank you, Lindsey, for letting me hold Brynlee and "Papa" Mike for expressing, "Now, this is what it is like to hold a girl."
Thanks, Dad. Thanks. There's a reason my blog is called what it is.... :) But the next time we have silly string, you're my target.