Sleepover with CAVE MAN, or the Superbowl

I usually am pretty good about taking pictures... but I have to admit, when you are incharge of the behavior of 3 juvenile girls, that may or may not have a criminal record... taking photos is not the first thing on your mind.

Kyle and I promised my little sisters that if they were "good" we would take them up to Kyle's Family's house for the Super Bowl. If there is any Super Bowl party you want to attend, where you can stuff your face all day long, it is the Summers super bowl party.

Kristen was kind enough to let us join, and even let me bring a 7 layer bean dip. She out did herself this year and had food to feed a small army (or 4 wouden girls).

Mike was the entertainment. the girls called him caveman and basically laughed at everything that came out of his mouth (except that piece of turkey, that was just gross)

Mark and Jenelyn I am sure thought one Wouden girl in the house is more than enough, and didn't spend too much time with my sisters. But you have to understand that the girls are really girly girls, they dance, cheer, wear alot of make up and care what everyone thinks (in certain situations they do, other times they let it all loose).

Kyle was kind enough to play with us. We hit up what my sisters call the only hangout place in the whole town, the Bear River Bowl. Jenelyn and Mike rocked. I think that just the 2 of them beat the 4 Wouden girls and Kyle collectively! But at least we looked good doing it!

Kyle did a few barn checks, and re-lived his glory days of checking out sheep's butts.

We watched the first half of the game, and then the sisters and I learned a few new dances. We are actually pretty good (but really Amy needs to work on her shoulder movements)

We really wanted to practice stunting, but as it was Sunday, and the Summers don't have any vaulted ceilings, or gym mats we thought it wouldn't be the best idea.

The girls can't wait until they can come again. But after the loud and argumentative ride home, Kyle might not want to see them up there again.

Thanks Mumra and Pops for letting us invade your home, eat your food, and bring my stinky little sisters along for the ride (and another thanks, for not making me do barn checks!)