we made the 50 mile journey from east bumbly to west paces to hang out with them at their adorable new apartment. we took judah with us since i recently realized that when he is a little older, it wont be kosher to take him to these grownup parties. i mean, a sleeping baby in a carseat doesnt put the kibosh on a party for twentysomethings quite the way an 18-month old toddling around everyones ankles might. plus, at his age, if too much debauchery goes down, judah's too young to be scarred by it. so we are enjoying taxing our hosts' hospitality for the time being in anticipation of the dreaded day that we have to get a babysitter every time we want to have a beer and a conversation outside of fayette county.
the future-hunts visiting judah back on the day of his great escape
the happy couple with the past and future culprits of my fatassedness
almost everyone left after we'd been there an hour or two, but when we make this kind of journey, we get our money's worth by refusing to leave at the polite time. so we stayed and played my favorite party game of taboo. i am awesome at this game as it is, and even better after a few beers. this is not sarcasm. unfortunately, the point of the game is to guess the secret word from clues your teammates are giving, and when i get really into it (or beer gets really into me) i tend to blurt out answers for the opposing team as well as my own. rats.
displaying pieces of the game in true danielle fashion
judah slept amazingly well and woke up mid-game to eat. he was kind of fussy eating directly from me (maybe because alcohol can make breastmilk taste weird to babies...relax people, i had like 2 beers in 3 hours) so we tried to give him a bottle of our emergency formula to get a full meal. before jesse even cradled judah to give him the bottle, elliot was like "oooh, i wanna do it, let me do it, can i do it?" elliot was a natural, even if he did try to burp judah by tapping him with his fingertips in the cat-scratch position. luckily lena is a professional childcare provider and gently corrected him.
judah's face says, "i'll eat, but who the hell is this joker?" (but look at their intertwined fingers!)
he still wasnt loving straight-up formula, since he literally has never had it outside of mixed in a majority of breastmilk. so while the game continued, i laid down behind a chair with the little guy and finished his meal (he decided he likes hefeweizen after all). back here is where i accomplished most of my own-goals, yelling out answers to the boys' team's clues. even though i scored points for the other team, i was impressed with my guessing skills. jacob just said, "they're served..." and i immediately yelled "hors d'oeuvres!" so right and yet so wrong.