She was thrilled to see (and swing with) her Pop Pop. Later, when her older cousins arrived, her little world was rocked with amazingness. My very patient nephew, Chase, had a little shadow calling "Ase! Ase!" behind every step he took.
Don't you just love her seventies shag look her hair has got going on?
Anyway, I made a wonderful baked grits soufflé, which I will recreate this week. I planned on snapping a few quick pictures of the leftover grits after dinner Saturday (discreetly, in order to not appear like a complete weirdo in front of the in-laws), but they were completely gone!. Not a single grit left. I was preening with pride (and a bit regretful that I did not eat more).
I hope y'all enjoyed beautiful fall weather and excellent football this past weekend!