After a three hour drive across the desert yesterday, I was attacked by pirates!
There we were, Riley, Emilee and I, just trying to see my brother David's new house, and wish the boys a happy birthday....
When the door to the house flew open, it all broke loose: Pirates, swords, treasure, and trying to decide the difference between booty, bootie, and bootay.
There are better pictures of the party, which was for Sam, Josh and Henry, but this is the one I got. Emilee's face is being blocked here. I called her, "The Good Sport Pirate." It was nice that she wasn't the oldest pirate the whole time. You can see that my big/little brother Jon was an awesome pirate too.
Pictured here is the Dread Pirate Lizzie, who eventually took the ship down:
The pirates had to wear double eye patches at pinata time. After Emilee had both eyes covered, the kids handed her the inflatable sword, rather than the bat. They all thought they were pretty funny, and I thought they were adorable. Emilee looked like some kind of Stevie Wonder pirate. Don't miss Mason and Ava there in the background. Oh, you don't see them? Maybe you can if I tell you that since they couldn't be there yet, their parts were being played by Jon and Lisa:
I don't know if you can have a good pirate party, without a battle on the open sea. This isn't a battle scene here, because the battle scene and the camera didn't go so well together. There were many squirting toys...and I was taken down by that Dread Pirate Lizzie many times. She has a great aim! The boys seemed to want to do more of a Klingon thing, involving Steve. Fun times....:)
When I was totally out gunned, there was a safe place. This was the (mostly) splash free zone. I sat over here, when I knew I had enough water in my ears:
Here is a better picture of Emilee as a pirate. I had that sword held to my neck more than once. She said that for some reason, she really enjoyed doing that. I wonder if I should be worried:
Both girls enjoyed getting into character:
Emilee had a little time to get acquainted with her brand new cousin. She is not even three weeks old yet. Emilee marveled over each little part of her.
Our long drive was so worth it. It is amazing that David and Cari (who made the best cake I ever had in my life) could put on such a fun party, when they have a new baby, and a new house. It was the most fun I ever had being attacked by pirates.
And now, for some random phrases from my road trip.
"Just by the way, I don't like it when people call Oreos, cookies."
The stranger - and not all together pc:
"I hate it when white people say WORD."
And the real head scratcher:
"I hope those sea horses were married."
One Year Later . . .
1 week ago