On Saturday night, there is a meeting for the guys ages twelve and up. One of my traditions for conference is to invite a bunch of my girlfriends and their kids over to keep us company while Drew's gone. So. much. fun. Usually we just let the kids run around while we visit and eat. But this year, we decided to bust out our dance moves. It may have been my favorite one to date.
The kids had fun gettin down...
and jumpin around.
And then the moms took over. Yippee.
(Baby Brynn was NOT injured during this dance.)
Shelley and I were scouting talent show
participants for next year.
We had a blast and got a workout, too.
That's what a call a successful party. :)