We've just come back from Tennessee y'all...

This year we had over 30 people (family and friends) who descended upon Mt. Juliet, TN for our annual summer reunion. My grandma's sister and her husband are the ones who live in the very beautiful house on the lake that we stay at every year. Here is a picture with everybody except my grandparent's best friends and their grandson who came in the next day:



We spend a lot of time just sitting outside on one of their two large porches, watching everything that's going on down at the lake.


Here is a view from the boat dock up to the back of the house...


My neice spent most of her time swimming in the lake or fishing on the dock.


This is the boat we use every year to pull the skiers...and yes that is my aunt Shelley hanging off the back of the boat, peeing in the lake! Luckily, my husband has a big zoom on his camera and got that picture from all the way up on the porch. :)


The kids liked hanging out in the water by the dock.


Wake-boarding 101: Here I am attempting to get up on the wakeboard for the second time. As you can see, I wasn't exactly upright, but rather was being dragged by the rope...

It obviously didn't go well. Although I am a pretty good skier, I never did get the hang of the wakeboard this year.


My dad also rents a couple of jetskis every year and here is my uncle Ken (married to the woman who was peeing in the lake) testing one of them out.


Fireworks!!! Yes, they are legal in TN, and every year we have a fierce competition with the neighbors on the 4th. This year, unfortunately, I had to stay inside with my son, who was scared of them, while everybody else sat outside on the porch to enjoy them.



Riding on a plane with a 1-year old: It went much better than I thought! On the way up there, he played for a little while, then passed out for over an hour, then woke up and played for a little while until we landed.

On the way home, he slept almost the whole flight...

I, on the other hand, did not do so well. Both flights were a bit turbulent, and every time we hit a bump, my life flashed before my eyes. Gosh, I hate flying. I often wonder how those business people who have to fly like every week don't die of a coronary heart attack from all the stress. But then I realize they probably aren't freaks like me.