We had a proper Summer celebration this Sunday -- a beer and softball party with a group of families, most of whom we met in the birth class that preceded the arrival of Baby Mark.

Due to a happy mishap, in which TSG and I BOTH put beer and suchlike in the online shopping cart at New Seasons, an enormous amount of beer and suchlike arrived. We promptly brought out a metal garbage can and filled it with ice and beer.

Well the party went swimmingly along, all of us in our little two-room apartment, the Summer's heat struggling to get in, the ceiling fan spinning merrily away, one of the small children rinsing out her imaginary baby's diapers in the oh-so-real toilet, getting VERY real toilet water all over.

After all the hubbub, and fine cheeses, breads, hummus, Mike's Hard Lemonade, Jamaican Red Stripe (with the cute bottles), jalepeno ranch (also discovered and spit/vomitted by the 19-month old -- she thought it was yogurt), we lay down and took a nap.

And, yes folks, you guessed -- not a stitch of softball was actually played.

If you're in area, stop by -- we've still got a garbage can full of beer in our living room.