Now THAT's what I call a competitive advantage.

The more the merrier indeed.

We were lucky enough to get a visit from Brandon's parents this weekend, and like always, fun was had by all. Exactly what do you get when Grandma & Grandpa Richards come to town? Let's take a look at it from Teagan's point of view...
More fists to bump.

More shoes to try on.

More people to laugh at you when you hold the toothbrush stationary and shake your head back and forth.

More reason to brush said teeth :) (In fairness, it was her dad's idea)

More people to stifle their laughter when you throw a tantrum and your Mum makes a feeble attempt at discipline.

A suitcase full of clothes from grandparents and cousins so you can ride on your car in style...adding your own flare with one bright red boot.

More photos of you. Since Mum was silly enough to misplace her lens, battery pack AND memory card, Grandma saved the day by snapping photos left and right. But as we all know, with more photos comes and increased potential for unflattering photos. This one...

 

kind of reminds me of this one...

But Grandma did manage to get some real gems. I was so grateful to her for capturing such wonderful memories. (Even and especially the unflattering ones!)

More upside down time, resulting in exponentially more giggles and smiles than if you'd been at home all day with boring ol' Mummy.

More failed attempts at photos of you with your family where something apparently terrifies you just before the flash goes off. You won't be seeing this one in a frame any time soon.

Most importantly, more people to love you.  We didn't even tell you about how wonderful it was from our point of view. We went to Le Reve, a water based Cirque-like show at The Wynn. It was incredible, and so was the company.  Based on the evidence, it was a wonderful weekend and we were so glad to have Mom & Dad Richards here. So was Teagan - no matter what the look on her face leads you to believe.

It's happening again...

Not sure how many of you remember the great Last Kiss Debacle of 2009 but I certainly do. So when a friend graciously gave us a box of chocolates, I decided to be proactive and decide my own fate when it came to the deliciousness. So we had a draft. A chocolate draft. We were team leaders, taking turns choosing our all-star line up of cream filled goodness. I may have even gotten the first pick. He may have ended up with the chocolate equivalent to the braniac asthmatic kid in a wheelchair on your dodgeball team, but he didn't complain. Poor man. I have no idea how he puts up with me, but I thank heaven every day that he does.