Care to relive our weekend?

Meredith had her first soccer game on Saturday.

Goal Tenderrrrrr! (Sung to the theme of Goldfinger, obviously)

Afterward, the team celebrated their loss with amazing amounts of sugar. (Not pictured, but definitely devoured: A massive doughnut.)

Patron Saint of Sugar

On Saturday afternoon, we went to The LOT, where the girls met Fredbird and I admired Courtney’s TwIsTeD creations.


Also, Harper was inked by the St. Louis Symphony.


Finally, we went to the Arch. (I’m convinced that it’s impossible to take an interesting photograph of the Arch, as it’s already been photographed (and photographed, etc.) from every possible angle.)


There was also a graduation party that contained the best corn bread corn casserole thing I’ve ever tasted. Also, I made turkey burgers flavored with crushed spicy pretzels. Best of all? We experienced sweater weather, and I drank a chai outside. Things are getting good.

(TCOB: Last call for t-shirts. If you didn’t receive an e-mail from me, I’m not aware of your t-shirt urges. If you received an e-mail from me and you didn’t respond, I’ll assume you’ve changed your mind. Either way, I drank a chai outside this weekend. And that, coupled with the tattoo and the goal tending and whatnot, is really all that matters.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

6 thoughts on “Care to relive our weekend?”

  1. That sounds like a truly excellent weekend. It’s the sweater weather that pushes it over the top.

    On Saturday I watched a parade that included two marching bands. The extra bonus was that my sons were riding one of the floats. I have a photo if you’re interested!

  2. I’m kind of embarrassed that the reason I’m upset that I didn’t go to The Lot is that I didn’t see you. If I’d been there, I’d have been like, “ANGELA PUDDING!”

  3. Wow, this may sound weird…but Meredith totally has your hands! Duh, both your girls clearly have the motherload of your DNA and are georgeous, but I never noticed her hands and fingers are like tiny versions of yours.

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