This past weekend, the Townsley Clan joined us at the barbecue festival, packing seven adults and a toddler into a one-room cabin with a loft. There were a lot of odors going on, to say the least.
For added fun, Ethan learned how to climb out of his pack-n-play crib. I didn't mind that he stationed himself on our pull-out bed with his stuffed entourage while we watched a movie downstairs. I put my foot down, however, when I realized that he wasn't actually sleeping on our bed; he was peeking through the rails of the loft watching The Road along with us.
I appreciate his advanced taste in film, but a post-apocalyptic tale of survival in a cannibalistic society isn't exactly 2-year-old material. I still remember quite vividly the score to The Killing Fields, which I watched as a toddler while pretending to be asleep on the couch.
One of this story's many morals is, I didn't get much sleep this weekend. Until tomorrow, I leave you with the reason why:
(Video recorded two weeks ago, on Uncle Ky-Ky's Macbook)
This video is AMAZING.
Also YOU ARE RELATED TO CHAMPION BARBECUE-ERS (by marriage). This makes you the coolest person I know.
My dad owned his own BBQ restaurant but I don't know if he ever won an award.
Ahahahah! Is he playing hide and seek with himself? Because that's adorable. :)
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