PARTY LIKE IT'S MCMXCIX !

Prepare your retinas and hang on to your eyeballs, there's a lot of pictures about to come at ya.

This past Saturday was Evie's Grandaddy's birthday.  We traveled down to Troup County to celebrate... and also stuff Grandaddy full of chocolate cake.

Evie was in charge of sprinkling the chocolate chips (and eating a few) -
which meant she can claim to have "decorated" the cake for Grandaddy.
We decided that 57 candles might be a fire hazard,
so Roman Numeral candles was the way to go.

Come on out, doggie. I'll give you some chocolate cake!

No chocolate cake for you guys! Just carrots...

Puppy! This is already really hard to do
- and you jumping on me is not making it easier!

Uncle Battle!

Grandaddy's birthday present was as big as a truck --
a truckload of sand, to be exact.
The sand is to be spread around the new horse arena he built.

Evie will be sad to see the mountain of sand go, but she'll have a huge sandbox to play in once it's spread around!

Time to dismount- sliiiiiiide down, little lady!

Future gymnast/balance beam walker?

Best buds.

Puppy can't hold his licker.

All that sand meant it was bath time!

Cannon ball!

Don't ya just hate it when you try to drink and
all your drink runs out all the holes in bottom of your cup?

Where's it all going?
I scoop and scoop and it just runs right out!

After we got all cleaned up, we went to visit with friends and eat a
"Wild Game dinner" at Greenville High School.

Hello, Mr. Buck. Are we eating you tonight?

Forgoing the deer meat, she decided to high-jack
the banana pudding dessert cart instead.

Juicing oranges with Gabba Gabba the next morning.

Nothing like going on a mule ride after breakfast!

Move over, Grandaddy! My turn to drive!

Helping Gabba Gabba gather sticks for a bonfire.

Look what I have created!

Come on, Dad, where's the s'mores?

THE END

SNEAK PEEK... OF CHEEKS

Here's just a sneak peek of some of the shenanigans from this past weekend!
(only 400+ pictures left to sort through...)

FOR JAPAN WITH LOVE

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ERIN GO BRAGH!

“If you're lucky enough to be Irish,
then you're lucky enough.”

We can't put up a St. Patty's day post without referencing one of our favorite television shows, Whose Line is it Anyway?, and their in-famous Irish drinking songs:

Momma Peach is a bit of what she likes to call an "Anglo-Mutt" (a mixture of an Irish, English, and Scottish background), which means she is required by blood to also send a salute to the Scottish side of the family as well:

EARTHQUAKES AND LEPRECHAUNS

First Order of Business: The Earthquake and Tsunami that hit Japan so hard this past week. Everywhere you look, you've seen pictures of the destruction and hopefully you've tried to do your part and help out in some way.

If you're like the Yankee & Peach house, we are pretty selective in finding the "right" kind of charity or group... one who really does what they promise they will do with the donations they receive. 

We aren't too happy with 75% of our donations going to fund the executives' salaries and the remaining 25% being spread to those who are really in need of it. (One great resource is Charity Navigator if you want to check out an organization.)

One of our favorite charities to help out is The Salvation Army.  They're typically one of the first on the ground in a disaster area. They seem to be efficient at what they do and most of their documents are usually open to the public to see where your donation money has been routed.

That's why we're regular donors. And that's why the Yankee & Peach want to let you know about this cool t-shirt:

Thanks to the support of a donor, who is covering the production costs,
the ENTIRE $20 cost of this shirt goes to
support Salvation Army's relief efforts in Japan.

Great t-shirt. Great cause. Make a donation to help the relief and get a cool t-shirt. What's better than that? The t-shirt can be ordered HERE.

Second Order of Business: St. Patty's Day. 

The Yankee and Peach house is getting ready for St. Patty's Day this week.  Once upon a time, it meant Momma Peach and Dadda dressing in green, heading down to the local pub, and listening to a U2 cover band while putting down a few pints of Guinness and Killian's Irish Red.
 

Ironically, Dadda will actually be in Boston on St. Patty's day this year (lucky guy!), so it's up to the girls to celebrate St. Patty's day on their own.  While Dadda was still here, we decided to dress up our little leprechaun and convince her to search for the pot o' gold at the end of the rainbow!

Nope, the gold ain't under here, lads!

Maybe it's this way?

Come on, mom. Give me a hint. Where's the gold?

 

I found a wine decanter! That's like Irish gold, right?!

Maybe if we just sit down and close our eyes to THINK about it...

Found it! Thanks for the help, Dadda.

ANGRY LITTLE ELF

When Evie was in her itty-bitty newborn stage, one of our nicknames for her was the "Angry Little Elf."   The moniker typically applied when she was hungry and letting out her newborn wail for food. 

Once sated with milk, she would phase from the "Angry Little Elf" to a happy baby whose tummy was stuffed full.  Soon enough, the "Angry Little Elf" would be more aptly described as a "Milk Drunk" newborn (who looked something like a peaceful, drooling, sleepy, bald and toothless old man).

The "Angry Little Elf" nickname came from a line in Will Ferrell's movie "Elf" - and if you haven't seen it, we definitely recommend it for a few chuckles and a little bit of holiday cheer. It's not a movie on the Y&P "all-time favorite" list, but it will amuse you for a few hours.  Plus, Will Ferrell in a big green elf suit is pretty humorous on its own.

"You have no idea what these tights are doing for my circulation right now."

The angry little elf showed herself this morning at school.  Evie was hungry and had some Cheerios in front of her when a little boy tried to come over to snitch a few from her stash.  

She gave him the "Oh... H*LL NO!" face, grabbed her Cheerios, and proceeded to throw the stiff-arm Heisman move and knock him to the floor.

"What? I was just protecting my Cheerios!"
Addisyn and Elizabeth look on in disbelief
(or maybe a little bit of awe at Evie defeating the notorious Cheerio burglar?),
while the poor victim is in the back being comforted by the teacher.

Protecting footballs and Cheerios since 1935.

Although Evie has about a 50% success rate at politely sharing her toys, she has an absolute 100% not-gonna-happen outcome when asked to share her food.

Both the teachers and I immediately explained we "don't hit" and tried to teach Evie to tell him "NO" if he attempts to take her food. Hmmmm... do you think the lesson was learned? 

I'm not sure at this point - but I will say the little fellow might think twice before trying to grab this Angry Little Elf's food again.  He may lose a finger next time.

I've got my eye on you, kid.

Guess it's time to teach her...