Grandma & Grandpa's 60th Anniversary Weekend - Brady

First things first. I'm feeling some major guilt about not keeping this blog updated. I downloaded an app to my phone that will let me post here more easily, so expect to see shorter, more frequent updates from me.

I'm writing today mostly to tell you about the incredible 60th anniversary weekend we had for my grandparents this past weekend. We spent Friday through Sunday in La Porte celebrating the glue that holds a pretty awesome family together. Friday we all arrived at the hotel and stayed up late (I was up until 2!) chatting in one of the common areas. It's a shame Grandma and Grandpa's children and grandchildren don't like each other very well. ;)

Saturday we partook in the incredible brunch offered by the hotel. Then we rented a pontoon and staked out a spot at one of the beaches on Pine Lake. We ate at the Yacht Club and then at Portofino's for dinner. Molly got to swim twice and did so great. She fell head over heels in love with my cousin Charlie.

Sunday we ate a second awesome breakfast (I couldn't wait to get down there and pile my plate full of waffles) and went our separate ways.

Here's a link to some beautiful photos Ashlie Ostergren took of our family. This one's my favorite:

Also I wanted to say that last weekend was one of my favorites ever for selfish reasons. I got so much attention for my big pregnant belly. I loved it because I remember my aunts being pregnant when I was a kid, and it was so cool to play a similar role with my younger cousins. Also, the baby's kicking a lot now and Amy finally felt it after weeks and weeks of trying. I can't wait to introduce the newest Jones-Rasp to everybody, and I'm so proud to bring a new member into this fabulous family.

Here's a blurry shot of my big old stomach!

I continue to feel great. This pregnancy's been so easy that I'm not wishing away the weeks a bit, although of course I'm excited to meet this person who's seems to be doing tai chi in my stomach. I'm just about 29 weeks pregnant now, safely into my third trimester. 

Now I'm going to sit back, sip a non-alcoholic beer, and enjoy another gorgeous summer night in Chicago on our balcony. Molly's at my feet, Kevin's making dinner. Life is so very good. 

And one last congrats to my grandparents. You are one (two?) in a million, and I aspire to be just like you someday.