Last weekend my folks came up at the last minute after Eli asked them to come to his wrestling match. He was so excited when they actually made it! He ended up getting a medal for second place. I so badly want him to keep at this because it suits him so well. I'm so invested that I'm actually willing to fathom being a wrestling mom, which seems to be a lot of sitting on bleachers for several hours to watch your kid either get pummeled or pummel another kid for approximately two minutes.
|Love this kid's proud smirk|
|Pummeling. And getting pummeled.|
We also took the opportunity to christen the patio over the weekend.
|Redneck Margaritas. SO. GOOD. SO. KLASSY.|