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oh my!  This past weekend was a little busy to say the least.  Here’s how it went down.
Worked on cake 1 and cake 2 Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoon (I ran out of fondant on Friday so I had to drive to Tucker to get more…I’m a genius in case you were wondering).
Got the text early Friday morning that Kel and Bob were at the hospital and Baby Walker was on her way! 
KT and Amanda got to my house about 5 on Friday.  We were supposed to be having a girls slumber party, but Josie got sick so KQ couldn’t come and Kel was…well she was a little busy:)
So we all piled in the car and drove to Athens to see Kel, Bob and Amelie Joy Walker!  Precious!

 

After we left the hospital we came back to my house and Amanda and KT got the pleasure of staying up ridiculously late helping me with cake 2.  But we had fun and laughed a lot:)

Saturday morning we got up bright and early and got ready for Seleta’s shower.  I drove to meet KQ and deliver cake 1. 

 

 

 

 

Then I hauled a back to my house and grabbed cake 2 and headed to Seleta’s shower. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was so good to see people that I hadn’t seen in a long time.  And I can’t wait for Chloe Mae Collins to get here! 

I crashed the rest of the weekend and then last night we had a small shower for Kary.  Can I just say that I love shower food…good thing cause I go to a few:)

So to sum up…everyone and their brother is having a kid:)

By the way the highlight of last night was when Merrit looked at me and said she had to go to the bathroom.  So I grabbed her hand and we ran to the bathroom as fast as we could.  And just as soon as I got her pants down I here "ploop".  #2…right on the floor.  So close…yet so very far away.  I let Dad take care of that one…Aunt Morgan isn’t quite ready for that:)

last night. 

And I aint gonna lie…I gotta little skeered.  So I threw a bunch of stuff in the bathroom and sat on the phone with my dad till it passed. 
Apparently this is what I think it takes to survive a tornado.

This weekend was filled with birthday festivities for my niece Karson.  She had two parties and I made cakes for both of them, but I forgot to take a pic of the first cake…whoops.

Party numero uno was for her friends and it was at a gymnastics place.  A few of the girls rode with me over to the gym.  The following is the conversation that transpired in my back seat….names have been changed to protect the innocent.

10 year old #1: "I’ve never had a relationship longer than a few months."  
10 year old #2: "My longest was for 2 years…in the 4th grade."
10 year old #1: "Yeah Jane thinks she’s so in love with him, but wait until she gets to the 6th grade." 

In case you didn’t know…6th grade is the true test of love.

My sister in law and I decided to act like we were 16 again and went jumping into foam pits and onto trampolines with the kids.  Little known fact…jumping on a trampoline is actually a really good workout.  Either that or I’m really outta shape.

Sunday was birthday party dos for the family.  It was great fun…once my sister in law got back from the hospital.  Don’t worry it wasn’t a trampoline induced injury.

I’ll leave you with this cute as pie video of Karson teaching Tanner to dance.  They get their rhythm from me.     

Untitled from Morgan Collins on Vimeo.

 

As I’ve mentioned several times, scary movies and living all by yourself do NOT mix.  Honestly it kinda creeps me out just watching this trailer, but I would be remiss if I didn’t point something out here.  Never in all of the 50 billion Friday the 13th movies have I ever seen Jason haul a like he was in the 2 seconds I just saw in that teaser.  I mean that was kinda like his super power.  He moved slow as molasses, but he always caught up to everyone.  What’s this running business?  Jason doesn’t run.  He walks…you run…and then he kills you anyway.  It’s the circle of life.       

At what age do dimples in your butt stop being cute?

I had the joy of holding this little butt tonight.  Tanaya called and said she needed some back up quick like and as I was running out the door I heard something about projectile vomiting.  Luckily I never came into contact with the puke, but I’m not gonna lie and say that the thought of it didn’t give me a slight anxiety attack. 

Over there on the left….

That hair is just really blonde right?  It couldn’t be grey…it couldn’t be…

I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, but I have to share my opinion on a very serious subject today.  It is a terrible affliction and we cannot go on tolerating it.

So I hereby issue my public plea to all church rubbers…please STOP!  You know who you are…maybe you call yourselves a church scratcher….or a church massager….whatever the name it has GOT to stop.  I’m sure your spouse is thoroughly enjoying having his back rubbed for the entirety of the sermon, but please….for the love of everything holy and pure can you just stop?  Now, to be fair I’ve tried to put myself in your position.  I’ve tried to think about how I would handle the irresistible urge to scratch the back of the person sitting next to me in church and I understand that it’s a very difficult thing not to do.  But I want you to know that I’m here to help.  So next time I see you massaging your husband’s head while were singing "shout to the Lord" I’ll reach over and smack your hand.  If that will help you I’m willing to make that sacrifice…I’m all about being a team player.   

…that I’m white…in case you were concerned.

 

in the car…again from Morgan Collins on Vimeo.