F.O.T.L.H.

On August 19th, our little family went to the Festival of the Little Hills. It's a festival down off the Missouri River in Old Town St. Charles. And tons of vendors and boyscouts and organizations come and sell their stuff. I was feeling a little cabin feverish after being stuck in the hospital for two days and then not leaving the house for another couple. So I took my silly recovering body, and my two boys out on an adventure. I've meant to go in years past, but have never made it. And I sure wasn't missing it this year. Plus, I had to test out my new insides. They worked well, in case you were wondering.

So we ate our way through the fesitval...

First Stop: Snow Cones

Second Stop: Burrito

Third Stop: Fried Twinkies

(I don't know why, but it keeps putting this picture sideways, oh well)

Fourth Stop: Soft Pretzels for Sheri and Bratwurst for Jamo

Fifth Stop: Funnel Cake

Sixth Stop: Fudge to take home

And my baby being awesome in his stroller

Emma's Wedding

Jameson's cousin Emma got married in August. Here are a couple of photos from that night...

Yup, I'm having the world's worst gallbladder attack. It lasted a full 48 hours. It's like it knew it's time was coming and was going to cause me enough grief to last a life time. Which, for my gallbladder, was about 3 more days. But aren't we cute?


Jameson's mom and my baby James.

Emma and her new husband