My grandmother turned 90 this past weekend and we celebrated this glorious occasion by all driving to West Virginia and throwing her a party. I'm pretty sure turning 90 years old deserves a get-together.

Here she is with her ONLY great-granddaughter. Out of 12 great grandchildren there is only 1 girl. So you know what that means...lots of boys around. It must be in the genes.

Mom did a great job planning the weekend including a special birthday celebration for Benny boy because his birthday was on Saturday. She made a ton of cupcakes and a big cake. We also ordered around 11 large pizzas to feed the whole family...that's a lot of pizza!

A lot of people drove in from out of town to help Mamaw celebrate. After we got Papaw out of the house and down to the party(everyone that took part in getting him out of the house, GOOD JOB!!), we all ate lunch(pulled pork sandwiches with cole slaw--YUM!, baked beans, potato salad, fruit, etc.) and let the boys play in the gross river water. I'm not sure if it was the heat and humidity that got to me or it was simply the fact that I didn't want to hear my boys whine about not being able to swim...but I let them. And I'm happy to say that no one has developed the plague yet. I've been watching way too much 20/20 and Dateline.

It was great being able to share Mamaw's 90th birthday with her. She was thrilled to have her family around and together all at once. Happy Birthday, Mamaw!! We love you!!