Happy Birthday Ben

We celebrated my cousin’s sons birthday this weekend (I’m no genealogy expert but think that makes him my second cousin and my kid’s second cousin once removed.  Maybe.). Regardless, “cousin Ben” in now one year old and we were all there, in true Landrum style, to celebrate. That, and there was free ice cold Bud Light and BBQ pulled pork sandwiches.

Not that Meme has ever eaten pulled pork. Could that contribute to the fact that she takes only one prescription drug and doesn’t wear reading glasses? If so, no more pork for me.  I can learn to Witch Hazel everything I touch and  live off Amy’s frozen (organic) pizzas and sleep in organic cotton sheets.

Whit is thinking: I’d like a side of cheese puffs and baked beans please.  Because, clearly, I am starving down here.
My talented cousin Katie (who painted Britton’s portrait) with her favorite nephew.  Shh, don’t tell her other nephew.
I can count on one hand the number of “boy” birthday parties Raynes has attended (and me too for that matter). For the most part, I stand on the sidelines, mouth somewhat open and head tilted, watching boys being boys and wondering (still, 2 years later) what the heck have I gotten myself into. Why is it they like to hit things?  Do they ever stop moving?  Why are tractors mesmerizing? Where are they climbing to? 
Does anyone know the answers to these questions?  

 Cousins. First cousins. That I do know.

These two cuties are brothers- it took me a minute to figure that one out. I thought they just liked beating the crap out of each other.  But look, they’re smiling. See, I am still perplexed about this whole wrestling thing.  Maybe it’s a bit like shopping: not always necessary but fun nonetheless.

Kenley and Aunt Dee Dee.

Ben got a mash cake, his parents must love him.

This is my favorite photo in a long time. Raynes (with plastic baseball bat in hand) watches from afar as two boys wrestle.  Is that called a face plant?

Well, this photo may be a close second.  Birthday cake within finger pocking and licking distance.  This, my friends, is what will power looks like.

Can you tell it was a golf themed birthday party? I’m taking notes.