Brady Bunch Doesn't Even Begin to Describe It

We spent the weekend in Tully belatedly celebrating Aaron's mom's marriage last winter. The cast, which fluctuated throughout the weekend:

Aaron's mom Melanie and her new husband David
David's parents
Aaron, his two brothers, and their cousin
Their womenfolk
David's three daughters
Their menfolk (one imported from Sweden)(he came bearing chocolate)
Melanie's and David's ex-spouses
Their men/womenfolk
Dylan
Miscellaneous family friends
Two dogs
One bird (inside--there were many outside)

Also present:




I don't think the number of people in the family compund ever dropped below eight. We had enough people to field two whiffleball teams (for the love of god, are you really supposed to get ten strikes?). Also played were ultimate frisbee, Family Feud, and the Newlywed Game (David does NOT like ketchup on his hotdog, thank you; Melanie has 10 pairs of shoes). Tully also boasts three geocaches, so as long as we were there...


We learned (through trial and, well, mishap) that Dylan can climb stairs. She has been pulling up for a long time now, but had never shown any interest in going up stairs until tempted with a delicious bowl of Snuffy food. Turns out she can do a whole flight.

At dinner David made a lovely speech. Here is an excerpt:

"Melanie, it's been a great eight years."

...

Melanie: "Haven't we been together nine years?"

"Oh. Yeah, that first one wasn't so great."

The Hora was done by many (absent your faithful blogtographer)




Dylan reiterated her need, I'll spare you the details, to sleep in nothing less than a full crib mattress. She received no attention whatsoever during the weekend. We are now home and recovering our strength.

Congratulations again, David and Melanie