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Monday, June 14, 2010

Weekend Cookout

Saturday we hosted our first family get together since being married.  Both moms were worried it would be too much work, but Yohan mastered the grill and everyone brought side dishes.  It wasn't much work at all.  Of course, I labored long and hard over making some instant lemonade, but it was worth it.  We played horseshoes, ate hamburgers and Korean ribs, and had a generally dapper time.  Yohan says (and I agree)  that I'm not allowed to host any more get togethers for 2 weeks.  Getting the house semi-put-together after moving, and with all the events of the last two weeks, we're left needing some refreshment.  This coming weekend has us joyously banished to our own house.  Maybe we won't even come out of our room.  Haha, just kidding.  It's probably more likely that we wont leave the kitchen since, as of late, FOOD IS NUMBER ONE~~FOOD IS NUMBER ONE!

After eating, we sat my parents down to open their surprise.  We bought a couple little baby-boy themed gifts for them, and they opened their card to read that their first grandkid is a baby BOY!  Dad said he already knew, and then he told us how he guessed what me and my four siblings were before they found out for sure themselves.  I'm not sure I believe it 100%, but I let him get away with it anyway.  It seems that the parents are coming around. 


  1. Haha! Food is #1;) That was fun babe and I bet you Grand Puba and Nana were jumping up and down holding arms in the privacy of their own bedroom that night...hehe:)

  2. Haha, of course food is #1. Yo looks good by the grill!!